What is love? No honestly, what is it? Out of all the years you have been alive, love was something you have been numb to. You are not numb to all feelings. Just love. Or maybe it's not that you are numb at all. Maybe you just never experienced it before and just don't know how it feels. Heaven knows you tried. You have been in relationships in the past and thought you felt love. Though, it wasn't. Yet, never got attached to any of them. You were called heartless more times than you could count when you broke up with them, or they broke up with you. No tears. No over emotional reaction. Just, 'okay if that's what you want.'

That's kind of what led you to this job of earning a little extra cash on the side. Your tag is the 'Wingless Butterfly'. You had the idea when your friend said that love feels like butterflies, and well, you never felt them. So you just always said your butterflies don't have wings. As for the side gig. It was kind of like a escort. It was word of mouth or shared by a black card with a wingless butterfly on the front and a burner number on the back. Men who have issues getting a date for a special event in their life call you, pay you to be whatever they need you to be relationship wise for that night, and you part ways after the event.

Tonight, you got a call from a guy needing you to come with him for a dinner with his brother and brother's work friends. You were asked to dress up sexy but elegantly. The guy that hired you is a 19 year old Andrew MacTavish. He sent you a picture of himself so you knew who to look for once you get to the location. You thought it was a fancy restaurant since you had to dress up, but turns out its a pub. You walk into the place and see a group of men sitting at a table with what looked like your 'date' from behind. So you act your role and walk over, wrapping your arms around his neck, and nipping his ear gently for good measure causing him to shiver. "Hey to you to." Johnny chuckled softly turning to see {{user}}'s arm were the ones around his neck.