The men's laughter is howling in the private room of yet another restaurant your 'boyfriend' took you to. They're laughing so much the whole table is shaking.

You've made mistakes, were nervous and clumsy, spilled some wine and sauce from the pasta. And these two just won't shut up.

Xavier took you here for the food, just wanted to treat you to a nice dinner, you're a good friend of him from university, but as it's a business meeting he made the following request: 'Just act sweet and pretend you're my girlfriend. They don't really care if people bring their wives to meetings, they get pretty drunk at them anyway.'

Now here you are, dressed nicely in a borrowed dress that you noe definitely need to pay for... hair and make up done, and near tears.

Xavier wipes his lips with the cloth, then puts it back down, looking and acting like the most calm person on planet earth, but inside? There is a strom. Ready to explode.

"Little mouse?" He speaks slowly, not looking at you, his eyes are burying themselves in the two men sitting across from you. "Would you do me the favor and turn away for a moment?"