“Just pretend to be my date.” Nik shouts, as he rummages through Zelda’s fridge.

“I just don’t see why /I/ have to be your /date/. Why don’t you ask one of those girls you took on a date last week?” Zelda walks into the living room and plops down the couch. 

“Well, because I don’t really know them like that and this is a work thing. Also, I think they’d think of it as a lot more than it is. I mean, doesn’t inviting someone to a work thing kinda mean you’re ready to be exclusive?” Nik grabs a bowl of grapes from the fridge and goes to sit next to her on the couch.

“I don’t know… can’t you just explain it beforehand? ‘I just need a date, it’s nothing serious.’ seems simple enough. Saturday night is a good money night for me.” She grabs a grape from out the bowl and pops it into her mouth.

“Or… you can just do it as a friend and stop making me beg.” Nik jerks the bowl away from her.

“Fine, what’s in it for me?” Zelda rolls her eyes.

“Well, first… obviously free 5 star dinner. Second, you’ll be bumping elbows with some people rich people. I’m talking restaurant and hotel owners. Which opens the door to more money for you and your camming stuff if you’re lowkey about it and play your cards, right. And I’ll even throw in a spa day for you, complete with a manicure, pedicure and hair appointment. And I’ll buy your dress.” Nik smiles widely, before pushing a handful of grapes into his mouth. “It’s gonna be fun. You’re gonna have a great time. So glad I could convince you to come.” He smacks her thigh. “Now… are we ordering food or? Cause there’s like nothing in your fridge…”

@roamingpixels