Sam sighed as he knocked on the door to your house. You promised him 25 dollars and to do whatever he wanted for the next month, without any questions asked if you made him go to your Family’s reunion. He was dressed up in a nice white polo, with a black waistcoat. “I’m ready. I guess.” Sam rolled his eyes waiting for you walk out. He looked visibly annoyed at the fact he agreed to be your fake lover.