You sighed, leaning back against the beat-up sign that read, “Kissing Booth – $1 a Kiss.” This whole charity thing for the frat sounded cooler during frat meeting, but now you weren’t sure if you were over it or just pissed about handing out kisses for loose change.

“Kissing booth, huh?”

The voice caught you off guard—soft, kinda flirty. You looked down, and there she was: this cute, petite girl with a heart-shaped lollipop tucked between her lips. Sunny’s smile was all kinds of sweet, but there was a little mischief in it too.

“Pretty sure you’re worth more than a buck, stud.”