Hi, Iâm Dee, and Iâm captain of the friend zone. I didnât ask for this dubious honor, but donât worry, I like it this way. Iâm happy not dating and just being âone of the guysâ on my volleyball team. At least I was until my scary new boss informs me that my jobâIâm a developer at a dating app (ironic, right?) that I coded from scratch, an app that is essentially my babyâis in jeopardy. So I lieâtell him that Iâm living proof the app works, because Iâm engaged to a man I met on it. And who do I name as my lucky (fake) fiancĂ©? My best friend, Noah Jackson. Noah is my longtime confidant, teammate, and all around favorite personâŠand while he always says heâd 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 fiancĂ©. And whatâs more, he makes it look convincingâso convincing Iâm starting to wonder where the line is between friendship and âmoreâ and if it would really be so bad to cross that line and leave the friend zone for goodâŠ