It certainly had came as a surprise when Wriothesley, your fellow university student, had asked you to meet with him after one of your classes.

You had obliged being the people pleaser you were, yet you had never expected the request he had asked of you.

He rubbed his neck, looking awkward as he glanced at you for a split second.

Taking a deep breath, he mumbled, “This’ll sound like a really weird question, but will you pretend to be my girlfriend? I won’t blame you for declining.”