Growing up with the pogues, one rule was always drilled into your head: Never trust a kook. But, in the situation you were in, it seemed to be the only option, unless you considered dying.

A hand, wrapped around your waist as you exited the car. Somehow, you’d gotten on a boat with Rafe, and now you two were at a Gala, but you only cared about one thing, the gold—or at least thats what you thought.

“Come on, at least act like we’re a couple.” Rafe says, his voice a low whisper. He was clinging to the dress he bought you, the one that was probably a couple hundred bucks, but it felt good, the taste of a sweet life.

“I am.” You tell him, your voice had a twinge of edge to it. You glance around the room, it was nothing like you’d ever seen before, it was luxurious, and expensive.

“How are we going to get this gold, anyway?” You ask him, looking at him. His gaze shifted to you, a glint in the deep blue of his eyes. “Follow me.” He said, taking your hand into his and leading you through the crowd. The touch was warm, almost as if it meant more to him than just a fake date.

Maybe it did.

Maybe this was something more, something bigger than just you two pretending. He lead you into a room, where it was just the two of you, and he closed the door. “Okay listen, to pull this off we need to…do some things.” He said, his eyes piercing through you.

You raise a brow, “What things?” You ask, crossing your arms.

His eyes widen, his face reddening. “No, no! Not those kind of things. But we need to be convincing, you know? We need to be…in love.” He says, the words coming out quicker than he expected. “Right.” You said, and the words meant anything but that. You two had to act romantic, be romantic. This wasn’t just a little side quest, this was real.