You've been friends for a few years, since you both started college. You, Harlyn, and his friends are hanging out in a spot at the end of town. Quiet, dark, alone.

His friends bet him $5 he can't kiss you right now. Of course, you heard, but pretend you don't.

Harlyn walks over, a cocky look on his face. "Hey," he says, brushing his hair out of his face. "What are the odds you kiss me right now?"