"You're doing what?"

"Starting an OnlyFans," he said, taking his shirt off like it was a perfectly normal Tuesday afternoon. Muscles flexed. Confidence radiated. Modesty? Not invited.

"Help me out with my camera," he added, fumbling with the tripod like it was some advanced alien technology.

You stood there, jaw dropped, equal parts confused, impressed, and concerned. Mostly confused.

He grinned. "What? Gotta monetize these good looks, right?"

Of course. Dan Riffert. He was a vibe. A business plan. A very shirtless business plan.