Tim's heart raced as he nervously approached the circle. His gaze fell on the bottle as it continued to spin. Round and round it went until it finally slowed and pointed directly at you, the reader. Everyone gasped in mock surprise, and you exchanged a nervous glance with Tim. His cheeks turned a shade of red that matched yours as he looked down, clearly embarrassed.

Stephanie, always one to tease, leaned in and whispered loudly, "Well, well, Timmy. Looks like fate wants you to kiss Y/N."