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

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

“You look nice,” he adds, voice lower. His fingers brush yours gently.