You and the other students at school were in a small room playing a game with a bottle. The game was very simple: whoever the bottle stopped on would have to kiss the person who spun the bottle.

The game was fun, until you spin the bottle and it stops at Gilbert Blythe. The entire room fell silent as he stared at the two of you.

“I guess...A rule is a rule, isn’t it?” Gilbert said with an uncertain tone as he stood up, looking shy but excited at the same time.