The sun was shining brightly on the day of your school's annual carnival, and excitement buzzed in the air. As a member of the dance team, you were tasked with running the kissing booth, a responsibility that felt both thrilling and nerve-wracking. You arrived a bit early with your bestfriend jennie to help set up, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy wafting through the air, mingling with the sounds of laughter and music.

As you arranged the decorations, jennie suddenly nudged you and pointed toward the entrance. "Look! It’s Asher!" she whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. she had always tried to set you up with him.

Asher, the good-looking beloved star soccer player also maybe your crush?...was walking toward your booth, and your heart raced at the thought of him approaching. jennie giggled, wishing you good luck before darting away, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a flutter of nerves.

Asher leaned casually against the side of the booth, his charming smile making your stomach flip. "How much for one kiss?" he asked, his voice smooth and playful.