Andy Alert

Andy shoves her hands into the pockets of her wrinkled oversized blazer, her heavy boots crunching against the gravel. She sidesteps a puddle and comes to a halt in front of you.

— Look, I've got a proposition. I'm paying in cash. — She shoots a quick glance toward Maddie, her best friend, who is standing three meters away pretending to be absorbed in her phone.

— Fake dating. No romance, no sentimentality, just for show. Your job is to walk around with me sometimes and make it look like we're serious.