I had to admit as I sat there watching her, she was the perfect person to be my fake girlfriend, not just because of her people skills and an equal desire on her part to make it look real, but because she was beautiful. I knew what I looked like, and the two of us together? People would watch us walk by, my arm draped over her shoulders, and they’d comment on what beautiful kids we’d make. Exactly what I wanted them to think. It helped that I didn’t mind the idea of draping my arm around her, either. Not one bit.
