All of your friends eyed the bottle with a deep anticipation, waiting for the spinning to stop. Your eyes flickered over your friends, trying to figure out who would be your partner for seven minutes in heaven. You weren't even sure why you agreed to such a game - these were your friends, afterall... surely nothing good was gonna happen in that stupid closet.

The bottle then stopped, the neck of it pointed directly at you - no doubt about it - and the other side.. at Olivia.

She straightened up the moment she processed it, her eyes widening with evident nervousness. The group cheered for you both, the two of you scrambling to your feet to make your way to the closet.. and once it was shut, you both stuck to your respective sides, unsure of what to do.

“So..” Olivia began, clearing her throat nervously as she adjusted the sleeves of her shirt. “Seven minutes huh? What do we... uhm.. what do we do?”