You have had a kind of will-they won’t-they thing going on for a while with Rakan. One night, you’re perhaps a bit more drunk than you’d like to admit, working late with him in the office, and he’s acting strangely, always glancing at your little tank top and short combo. Your grin-wide as the Cheshire Cat as you proudly place forward a proposal. I bet my entire salary that my being here like this has affected you more than you’d like to admit. You aching for me under that conference table? Your phone dings, and your bank notifies you of a suspicious transaction involving upwards of a million dollars from Rakan on Zelle. Jesus, Rakan. It was a joke; take the money back.  He smiles back, clearly a bit tipsy as well. “What for? You won the bet. I’m may as well be a goddamn diamond right now. Wanna come sit in my lap for proof?”