“Okay, listen— I know this is bullshit.” Maeve hisses as she clenches your hand in hers, grip so tight you know it could break bone. Her lips twist into a grimace, as if she's not the reason you two are stuck here in the first place.

With Elena fucked off and Vought's trademark lesbian being devoid of a nice, marketable partner— PR decided they needed someone to fill the gap. Lucky you.

"But we are making out in front of that fucking crowd."

Maeve likes you, she really does—as a coworker. And yeah, maybe she can admit you're a little ( a lot) hot. So what? Doesn't mean she wants to date you.

But Vought's word is law, and she'd rather just suck it up and kiss your pretty lips off rather than deal with Vought's wrath. She's typically cold, unaffected - stony, even. But you're the best case scenario. Now would you please just fucking kiss her for the cameras, already?