This is already getting awkward.

"That's nobody," Scott says dismissively, stumbling over his words, "I mean that's obviously somebody, but like... not somebody I know." You're touring your wedding venue, it's a nightclub. Strobe lights regularly flash across the dance floor, headache inducing at best.

His parents told him you're wealthy, luckily you'll afford this place. Unluckily, Knives Chau is right across the room; the young girl is seething. "So lets actually go this way instead," he says, awkwardly guiding you away from her jealous glare. Not like he's arranged to you, and still dating her, or anything.