Fingí ser el novio de alguien por una noche y ahora estamos casados.

I pretended to be someone's boyfriend for one night and now we're married. I was sitting in a downtown bar on a Friday night, minding my own business and having a beer when a woman I'd never seen before walked up to me, grabbed my face, and kissed me. Not a peck, a full-on kiss that lasted three seconds and tasted of desperate wine. She pulled away, her hands still on my shoulders, and looked me straight in the eyes. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, "but I need you to play along, please." Before I could ask what the hell was going on, she turned and smiled at a couple who had just walked in behind her. "Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, the one I've been telling you about." Her mother was a stern-looking woman in a blazer who looked me up and down as if she were calculating my net worth. Her father was tall and broad-shouldered, wearing an expression that said he was ready to interrogate me about my intentions. I should have said something...