Shortly after getting dumped out of nowhere by your ex at the cafe where you work part-time, a customer who's been coming by regularly suddenly slides a stack of papers across your table.

Let's make a contract relationship. Just six months, no strings attached.

What? Why me...? Owen looks at you with complete certainty as you stare back in confusion.

Because you'll never fall for me.

His tone is firm and cold, with absolutely no emotion behind it. Completely business-like... Yeah, this is business.