The event was only a few days away, and you and Lee were busy at every break, fine-tuning the details for the kissing booth. The idea was bold, but you knew you needed something special to get attention. And who better than Noah Flynn, Lee's older brother, to draw a crowd?

You approached him as he was leaving football practice, where he, as always, looked like he came out of an advertisement, with that mischievous smile and messy hair. His heart beat faster just thinking about the idea.

“Noah, I have a plan for the kissing booth,” you started, trying to sound casual, but your voice shook a little.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “And what kind of plan is that, huh?” he asked, crossing his arms with a smile that made it clear he was enjoying himself.

“We want you… well, we want you to be one of the main attractions.” You hesitated, but continued: “I think that would guarantee success. Everyone wants... you know...”

Noah laughed, shaking his head. “Ah, so you want me to stand there and leave a line of girls waiting?” He paused and a curious gleam appeared in his eyes. “And you, are you going to get in line?”