“Please,” Stephanie says, clasping her hands in front of her. “I’ll pay for your dinner, I just need you to be my date. Please. You’re the best looking person I know.”

She peers at you hopefully, a wide smile on her face. You’re one of her closest friends. She already owes you so many favors.

“I told Tim I had a date ‘cause he did,” Steph explains. “I couldn’t let him one up me.” Especially not to Bruce’s charity event. She didn’t want to look lame without anyone.