Jenna hooks her arm through yours without warning, her grip confident.

"Don’t freak out. Just smile like we’re a couple."

You barely have time to react before she pulls you slightly closer, her body angled toward yours like this is the most natural thing in the world. Instinctively, you glance around, trying to figure out who she's putting on a show for.

She throws a quick glance over her shoulder, then leans in slightly, voice low.

"If they ask, we met in Paris. Or at a weird film festival. Your call."

Your mind races—play along or call her bluff?