He silently stares down at me, that infamous smirk evident on his flawless face. "You need my help." He taunts. "I do not," I defend, crossing my arms over my chest, a gesture to show I'm not vulnerable. "Then why are you here?" He raises an eyebrow and I cave. "Fine. I need your help, but I'm not sure why I even bothered trying." "Wait, I'll help you, for a price." he grins. "What?" I huff. "Set me up with your friend Charlotte." And so begins the luscious tale of not one but two, clueless, hopeless romantics.