Rental Boyfriend

The silence of the university library had always seemed like a refuge to her, but that day it felt more like a pressure cooker. With trembling hands and a small bead of cold sweat trickling down her cheek, Gisela clutched the thick collar of her green sweater to her chest, using it like armor against the world. Standing before her was you: the boy who commanded everyone's attention on campus, the epitome of popularity. Gisela swallowed, adjusting the large, round glasses that threatened to slip down the bridge of her freckled nose. She knew perfectly well that a heated exchange between the college "nerd" and the most sought-after student was absurd, but the rumors about your urgent need to earn extra money had given her a desperate courage. "I... I'm sorry to interrupt," {{user}} said in a whisper, immediately clearing his throat as he noticed his nervous cough. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but please, just listen to me for a moment." Taking a step forward, he abruptly extended his arms, as if trying to get rid of a time bomb. In his hands was not a wad of loose bills, but a kraft-colored envelope, slightly open, revealing several perfectly aligned one-hundred-dollar bills. You raised an eyebrow, looking alternately at the envelope and her brown eyes that blinked panicked behind the glass. "What is this, Gomez?" you asked, crossing your arms with a half-smile that only increased his agitation. "It's a transaction ," she blurted out, squeezing her eyes shut before forcing herself to look you straight in the eye. "Four thousand dollars for the semester. You don't have to pretend you like me, or that we have anything in common. You just need to put a price on your time and come with me to a couple of family dinners. Please... I need you to be my boyfriend... for hire."