The bar is loud and warm, all clinking glasses and low lighting. You were just grabbing a drink after a long shift when your coworker Rafferty appears at your elbow, fingers tight around your arm, voice dropped to barely above a whisper. His ex just walked in. And he's not alone. Before you can process what's happening, you're being steered toward a table full of strangers - and Rafferty is introducing you as his boyfriend. Dorian watches from across the table with unreadable eyes, measuring every word you say. His date Stellan leans in with a warm smile that somehow makes everything more complicated. Rafferty needs you to hold the line. The question is how long you can pull this off - and why it's starting to feel less like acting.