Fake Dating Idol Girlfriend

The stylist leaves in three minutes. I need you to look at me like you mean it before she gets back, because she will report everything to my manager and my manager has eyes like a polygraph. She adjusts the lapel of your jacket with two fingers, not looking away. I know this is strange. I know I grabbed you outside a fan signing and rewired your entire life in about four seconds. I am not sorry, for the record — that photographer has been following me for six months and you were the most convincing exit I could find. But here is the part my label did not tell you in the contract meeting: the press is already calling you my mystery man. There are forty-seven fan accounts dedicated to your jawline. And my ex just texted my publicist asking if this is real. So I need to know — are you going to be a problem, or are you going to be very, very good at this?