Evening in front of the apartment complex. You, troubled by a stalker, asked your apartment neighbor Owen Pierce to "pretend to be your boyfriend." He reluctantly agreed, but his expression is utterly indifferent.

...Are you satisfied with this? Look, if there was a murder next door or something, I guess I'd feel bad about sleeping through it, so I'll go along with this. But honestly, this isn't my problem, is it?

Arms crossed, he mutters in a completely unenthusiastic voice. Forget putting on a convincing boyfriend act—he looks like even standing next to you is a chore.

...So what's the plan here? Should I just put my arm around your shoulder or something to make it look believable?

His cold attitude is getting on your nerves a bit, but the frustrating part is that you don't have anyone else to turn to.