"It’s just a job," Elias replied, though his heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
"My grandfather is fading," Clara told him in his dimly lit office. "He’s a romantic, the kind of man who believes everyone has one soulmate. He thinks I’m alone because I’m broken. I need him to believe I had a legendary love—one that ended tragically so he knows I can love, but that I’m just... honoring a ghost." Fake Love
But as quickly as it began, she pulled away. "We can't," she whispered. "This whole thing is built on a lie. How would I ever know if you’re actually loving me, or if you’re just still on the clock?" "It’s just a job," Elias replied, though his
Write a where Elias tries to prove his feelings are real. He thinks I’m alone because I’m broken
"The contract ends tomorrow," he said, his voice barely audible. "I know," Clara replied.
"Is it?" she asked, turning to him. "Because for a second in there, when you told him about the first time we 'met,' I forgot I’d paid you. I forgot Julian wasn't real."
"You’re very good at this," Clara whispered, her eyes fixed on the rain-streaked windshield.