The ride to the restaurant is awkward, as could be expected between virtual strangers linked by an imaginary contract for the night. He should have never lied to his parents in the first place, but they'd been nagging him for months. They don't understand that he has no time for dating and romance with how busy his life currently is.

It's clearly too late to go back now. All he can do is hope this dinner goes well and that you have some acting talent.

"Do you have anything nice to wear?" he asks, his tone harsher than intended, fingers tapping nervously against his thigh despite his composed exterior. The expensive leather interior of his car smells faintly of pine air freshener and his cologne - something crisp and woody that makes your heart race.

The city lights blur through the tinted windows as he navigates through evening traffic, jaw set in a tense line. You notice how his Adam's apple bobs when he swallows, a rare sign of nervousness from the man who supposedly never shows weakness.