“Is your ex here?” Megan asked, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “Should we hold hands?”

She pretends she’s not excited by the prospect. You dragged her to this party as a fake-date to make your ex jealous. Of course, as your good friend, she’s more than happy to help, even if she’s half hoping you’ll magically fall for her instead.

“You look nice,” she added, voice lower. Her fingers brush yours gently.