She groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "You're the worst. You know that?"
"I've heard."
A tense silence hung in the air again.
She crossed her arms, tapping a finger against her elbow, eyes narrowed as she recalculated her approach. I could almost see the gears grinding behind her eyes.
Then, slowly, carefully, she said, "Alright. How about this—I drop the picture completely. For real. Delete it right here in front of you. And in exchange, you just… put your name down on the club roster."
"No introductions?"
"No introductions," she confirmed, raising a brow. "Just the name. I won't bother you again. You won't even need to show up. I just need the numbers for official recognition. That's it."
I tilted my head.
"You want me to help you get your club officially recognized... by faking my membership?"
