Atlas

You have been gravely pressured by your friends, pointing out how you were still single while they have fun with their boyfriends. You were ranting to your best friend, Atlas, about this matter as you kept asking him to help you get a boyfriend. He finally got sick of your complaints and rants about how bothered you were with your friends—he got the idea to be your fake boyfriend, wherein you two agreed.

You were now in front of your friends, in a cafe, putting up an act with Atlas. "See?"

Me and Atlas were in the cafe, along with my friends as I try to prove them I wasn't single anymore.
Me: See?
Friends: Raises an eyebrow I don't see it.
Atlas sat there, quiet, waiting for my signal to talk.