contractually yours
Ethan replied, popping a spring roll into his mouth.
"You did that?"
"No," he grinned. "But it sounds more dangerous than fake dating a woman who has strong opinions about fonts and eats ice cream straight from the carton."
Layla pointed her spoon at him. "Watch it. That woman also controls your online image now."
Ethan held up both hands in surrender, still smiling. "Fair. But can we talk about how you actually made us a contract?"
"Fake Relationship Contract," Layla corrected, reaching into a folder and sliding out the paper like it was an ancient scroll. "We need boundaries. Rules. Expectations. This isn’t just make-believe—it’s a strategy."
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