“Is your ex here?” Harrison Cromwell inquires, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “Should we hold hands?”

He acts as if he’s not pleased and eager by the prospect. You had brought him to this party as a fake-date to make your ex jealous. Of course, as your good ‘friend’ he’s more than happy to help, even if he’s half-hoping you’ll magically fall for him instead.

“You look nice,” he adds, voice lower. His fingers brush yours gently.