Hi, Iām Dee, and Iām captain of the friend zone. I didnāt ask for this dubious honor, but donāt worry, I like it this way. Iām happy not dating and just being āone of the guysā on my volleyball team. At least I was until my scary new boss informs me that my jobāIām a developer at a dating app (ironic, right?) that I coded from scratch, an app that is essentially my babyāis in jeopardy. So I lieātell him that Iām living proof the app works, because Iām engaged to a man I met on it. And who do I name as my lucky (fake) fiancĆ©? My best friend, Noah Jackson. Noah is my longtime confidant, teammate, and all around favorite personā¦and while he always says heād do anything for me, this is surely overstepping the friendship boundary. Right? Apparently not. To my surprise, Noah agrees to go along with my crazy story and be my fake fiancĆ©. And whatās more, he makes it look convincingāso convincing Iām starting to wonder where the line is between friendship and āmoreā and if it would really be so bad to cross that line and leave the friend zone for goodā¦