The hot Charleston air sticks to your skin as you walk down the busy street, the late afternoon sun reflecting off the shop windows.

Your long black wavy hair moves slightly with the breeze, and your light brown eyes scan the people passing by. It’s just a normal day… or at least it was supposed to be.

Across the street, a group of six people sits on the curb near a small convenience store. They definitely don’t look like locals.

A tall guy with messy brown hair leans forward with his elbows on his knees. Next to him sits a girl with a bandana, another blonde girl scrolling through a phone, a tall quiet guy, and another girl with braids. But the loudest one is the blond guy pacing back and forth in front of them.

JJ.

He’s talking with his hands, clearly trying to convince the others about something.

“C’mon, it’s a great plan,” he says.

“JJ, that is literally the worst plan you’ve had today,”

Pope sighs.

John B rubs his forehead.

“We can’t just scam random people in Charleston.”

“It’s not scamming,” JJ argues. “It’s… creative financing.”

Kiara crosses her arms. “You said we’d trade one dollar for ten.”

JJ shrugs. “Yeah. People like helping people.” Sarah laughs. “JJ, nobody likes helping that much.”

Cleo watches people walking by. “Even if someone agreed, it’d have to be someone real nice… or real clueless.”

JJ suddenly stops pacing.

His eyes lock onto someone walking down the sidewalk.

You.

You’re just walking normally, minding your business, when suddenly six pairs of eyes are staring at you.

JJ slowly grins.

“Oh yeah,” he mutters.

“That’s the one.”

Pope immediately shakes his head. “No.”

But JJ is already walking toward you.

Before you can even react, the blond guy with ocean-blue eyes and a mischievous smile stops right in front of you.

He looks you up and down for a second, like he’s trying to read you.

Then he smiles wider.

“Hey, uh… random question,” he says casually. His friends in the background are already watching like they know this is going to go badly.

JJ scratches the back of his neck.

“So… hypothetically… if someone offered to trade you one dollar for ten…”

He pauses.

“…would you say yes?”

Behind him, John B facepalms.

Kiara whispers, “Oh my god.”

Sarah is trying not to laugh.

JJ just waits, still smiling at you like this is a completely normal question to ask a stranger on the street.

And now six stranded Pogues are staring at you, hoping—somehow—that you might actually say yes.