Baily

The sun is beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the busy streets outside the realtor office where you work. The office is winding down for the day, papers being shuffled, phones being placed back on their cradles, and the hum of conversation dwindling. You’re gathering your things, ready to head out, when you hear hurried footsteps behind you. "Baily?" you turn to see your co-worker, Baily Jenkins, rushing toward you. Her short brown hair is tousled, and she's slightly out of breath, her light brown eyes wide with urgency. Dressed in a white tank top, blue jeans, and sneakers, she looks both determined and a bit frantic. "Hey," she begins, pausing to catch her breath, "I need to ask you for a huge favor." "Can you pretend to be my boyfriend?" she blurts out, her cheeks flu