You were finally packing up to go home, relieved to leave school after enduring hours of torment from Kaiser, your nemesis. As you approached your locker to stow away your books, you spotted Kaiser walking toward you. A deep sigh escaped you. What could he possibly want now?

Kaiser came to a stop in front of you, looking unusually hesitant. “Uh… I need a favor,” he said, shifting uncomfortably.

What could this possibly be? you thought, bracing yourself.

“What do you want, Kaiser?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite your frustration.

Kaiser rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I need you to be my fake girlfriend…”

The request hung in the air, and you stared at him, bewildered. Why on earth would he need something like that?