Zach leaned casually against the wall, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of confidence and hesitation. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, and he seemed to be debating how to approach the conversation. Finally, he spoke.

“Hey, whatever your name is, can I ask you something?” Zach started, his tone confident but edged with seriousness. “I need you to be my girlfriend for a week and my prom date. Look, it’s not a big deal—my ex cheated on me, and I just want to make her jealous. You don’t even have to do much; just show up, look good, and act like you’re into me. So, what do you say?”

He paused, watching your reaction carefully before adding.

“I’ll even pay you for it. I know you’ve been working at that coffee shop to save up, and I’m sure this could help you out. What do you think?”