You were just there to watch a basketball game.

The seats were a little cramped. Someone was already sitting to your right. A black hoodie, the hood pulled low. A mask covering his face, leaving only his eyes visible.

You didn’t speak.

During the mid-game break, the music suddenly changed. The big screen lit up, the camera drifting across the crowd.

Then it stopped.

You looked up and saw yourself. And the masked man beside you.

The words flashed on screen — KISS CAM.

The crowd erupted.

You froze, instinctively turning toward him.

He dipped his head slightly, his voice low, meant only for you.

“Want me to block it,” he paused,“or…do you want to decide?”

He didn’t say anything else.

Amber eyes rested on you, steady and unreadable, waiting for your choice.