CHAPTER SIX
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The following day, Jake found out that Amy Santiago was terrible walking with heels. The first thing he asked her when he saw her that morning was what made her change her mind about helping him out with his dumb lie. She just said she realized she had nothing to lose, and he didn't ask anymore questions, because the date with Sophia was that afternoon - technically they would have dinner, since their shifts didn't end until 8 pm - so he couldn't waste any second.
Like he'd told her, he took her shopping, just so she could get into character. Amy said she had nice clothes, but Jake wasn't going to wing this, he needed Sophia to actually believe they were married. And that going to be probably hard, because he knew nothing about relationships.
They didn't have a lot of time to pick what they would buy, since it was just their lunch break and then they had to go back to work. Jake was getting a little desperate.
"Just pick that pair," he told Amy, who was trying her third pair of heels. "You look great in all of them anyway."
She blew a raspberry. "Do you mean that?"
"Yes!" Jake said. "Come on, we have to hurry or we won't be able to pick a dress too."
"I'm still not sure about these," Amy said.
She started taking slow steps forward, and Jake chuckled at her lack of balance, placing his hands automatically on her waist so she wouldn't fall. Amy smiled at him, and he smiled back. "You got this," he told her.
"I don't think I do," she squealed, almost tripping even with Jake helping her.
"You'll get used to it," he said, shrugging. "Now can you please pick this pair?"
She sighed, and dropped her shoulders. "Fine."
Jake cheered goofily, and soon they were at the next store. He didn't remember the last time he'd been so bored, but he had to admit it was amusing to see Amy trying on clothes. She came out of the dressers wearing a shiny white dress, and Jake had to bite his lower lip to avoid laughing.
Amy pinched her lips together. "What?"
"Nothing," he chuckled. "You look... adorable."
"Adorable?" she huffed. "I'm not supposed to look 'adorable'."
"Oh, are you going for sexy?"
Amy rolled her eyes, unable to hold back her smile. Jake got to his feet, standing next to her in front of the mirror. "Why don't you choose something red, huh?" he suggested. "That's a sexy color. And you look good in it."
"When have you ever seen me in red?"
"I haven't, but I know you would."
Amy didn't complain, and instead tried one a red dress. She took ages putting it on, though, and Jake was about to lose his mind when she finally came outside. His jaw dropped to the floor when he saw her.
He was joking when he said the sexy thing, but weirdly, Amy looked very attractive to him with that red dress on. She shyly walked over to see herself in the mirror, her hair cascading over one shoulder. Jake realized he was staring at her, and then shook his head, blinking.
"You look great," he told her.
"Really?" Amy said, an eyebrow arched.
"Yeah. You gotta work on your self confidence, though. I don't want my fake wife to be so insecure," he poked her rib, and she chuckled. "Especially when there's nothing to be insecure about."
