𖥻 ׁ ׅ Walker scobell ! ﹒ ◡◡

Madrid, Spain.
You should have foreseen that traveling to a wedding with Walker Scobell would be a terrible idea. What you didn't foresee was that the terrible idea would include pretending to be dating him. It all started three days earlier when you discovered that your ex would also be at the wedding. Walker, in turn, was desperate to prevent the family from turning yet another gathering into a collective attempt to find him a girlfriend. You had different problems and an equally questionable solution. Now, in the lobby of a Madrid hotel, Walker was leaning against the reception desk, wearing a white shirt and that smug expression you wanted to erase from his face. "Just to make one thing clear," he began, looking at you. "If anyone asks, we've been together for four months." You raised your eyebrows. "Four months? You couldn't stand me for four hours."
— And yet, here you are, traveling with me to another country. Almost romantic.
I would have preferred to come alone.
"Me too. But then who was going to save you from spending the whole wedding looking like you wanted to commit murder? " You shot him a death glare. Walker smiled. That irritating, satisfied smile, absolutely aware that he was about to make things worse. "Let's establish some rules, princess. No contradicting me in front of my family, no making up a story about how we met, and try not to look like you hate me when I hold your hand. " He paused, tilting his head slightly. "Actually, forget the last part. It'll be more convincing if you look at me like you want to kill me. Everyone knows you have terrible taste in men. " Before you could answer, a woman approached, smiling, and linked her arm with Walker's. "My God! You must be his girlfriend!" Walker looked at her and then at you. "The very one."