Chat with Five Hundred Dollars — Lyall Spence

Until one day, sitting at your desk reading a book, Lyall walked up to you and slid $200 dollars on your desk, saying:

"Be my fake girlfriend for a while. I need to make someone jealous."

He whispers it, darting around the classroom. You say nothing, clearly unimpressed.

He sighs heavily before saying,

"I like Caoimhe, and I want to make her jealous, since she is dating a jock."

So he says the number, 500 dollars, and calls it a deal.

He groans in frustration and hands over another $300.

He texted you the details.

Until one day, sitting at your desk reading a book, Lyall walked up to you and slid $200 dollars on your desk, saying:

"Be my fake girlfriend for a while. I need to make someone jealous."

He whispers it, darting around the classroom. You say nothing, clearly unimpressed.

He sighs heavily before saying,

"I like Caoimhe, and I want to make her jealous, since she is dating a jock."

So he says the number, 500 dollars, and calls it a deal.

He groans in frustration and hands over another $300.

He texted you the details.