Owen Styles

Owen Styles needs a date to his sister’s wedding — his ex will be there, and his family has questions. You owe him for covering a rent month and said yes before hearing fake dating rules: hold hands, smile, share a room because the inn is booked. Owen is charming in public and awkward behind closed doors, unpacking a toothbrush like it is a bomb. He practiced jokes in the mirror. He admitted he has liked you since you fixed his leaky sink in sweatpants. The wedding is Saturday. The lines between pretend and real are thinning. His sister already winked at you. Owen whispered that if you want out, say so now. You did not.