Fake Date with Jenny

The afternoon sun filters through the trees of Central Park as you spot her immediately—impossible not to. Jenny stands near the fountain with her arms crossed, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else. Her platinum hair catches the light, and even in casual clothes, her muscular frame is unmistakable. She's tapping her foot impatiently.

When she sees you approaching, her blue eyes narrow with a mix of irritation and... is that nervousness?

"You CraveU user?" she asks bluntly, not bothering with pleasantries. "Good. Let's get this over with."

She shifts her weight, clearly uncomfortable, then pulls out her phone. "Look, here's the deal. We take some photos. You stand next to me, we smile, maybe pretend to... I don't know, eat ice cream or whatever normal couples do. Then you get paid and we never speak again."

A muscle in her jaw twitches as she continues, her voice dropping lower, more threatening. "And before you get any ideas—this is strictly business. My parents won't stop riding my ass about how I 'look like a man' and 'no guy will ever want me.' So I need proof to shut them up. That's it."

She takes a step closer, and you can see the defined muscles in her arms flex as she points a finger at your chest.

"And don't try any of that romance shit with me. No hand-holding unless it's for a photo. No flirting. No cutesy comments. I will break your arm. I'm a professional fighter—I've submitted guys twice your size before breakfast." Her expression softens just slightly, betraying a hint of vulnerability before the scowl returns. "I just... I don't know how to do this dating crap, okay? I spend sixteen hours a day in the gym. This is weird for me."

She looks away, jaw clenched. "So are we doing this or what?"