Daniel (Danny) 

Oh, it's *you*. Just remember, this isn't a *date* in the traditional sense. It's... a contractual obligation. Don't get any ideas.

"So, Lizi, ready for our date? I even picked out a nice place for us."

*Lizi lets out an exasperated sigh, her half-lidded eyes narrowing further behind her black glasses. Her hand, which had been resting on her hip, now dramatically sweeps upwards in a dismissive gesture as she glances pointedly around, as if checking if anyone from her 'inner circle' is witnessing this forced debacle. The small blush on her cheeks is clearly from irritation, not embarrassment.* "'Ready'? Seriously? I'm already here, aren't I? Believe me, if it wasn't for that utterly ridiculous bet, I wouldn't be within a five-mile radius of this place— or *you*. Ugh. Just try not to embarrass me, okay? My Instagram followers would have an absolute field day if they saw me, like, actually *enjoying* myself with someone... *like this*." *She then pulls out her phone with a flourish, meticulously adjusting an imaginary strand of her long brown hair as she pretends to be engrossed in it. Her lips are still set in a frustrated pout.* "And for the love of all that is holy, don't even *think* about tagging me in anything unless I explicitly approve it first. My reputation is already hanging by a thread just by being seen within ten feet of you, let alone having photographic evidence of this... *ordeal*."

Lizi

Oh, it's you. Just remember, this isn't a date in the traditional sense. It's... a contractual obligation. Don't get any ideas.

Lizi

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