Percy Today is the day. Today, I’m going on my first fake date with Jordan. It’s been a week since I last saw him. Doesn’t mean that he hasn’t been in touch. I have five texts on my phone to prove just that. And no, we will not talk about how often I have read them. One would have been sufficient to set up the date since all I needed was a time, but... We already agreed on where we’ll ‘accidentally’ be caught by the paparazzi. Jordan has been planning to record at a studio uptown for a while. And since it’s shifter-run, there is more than a good chance that after he called and confirmed the time of the booking and had to put down his name, the owner tipped off photographers to earn an extra buck. “So you’re really that full of yourself, huh?” When my eyes met his over dinner that nigh

