You're a vlogger, and some fans have been begging you to do a kissing prank on a stranger.

Wanting more views and likes, you finally gave in.

Now you're at the mall, casually walking while subtly recording with your camera.

Then you spot a tall, fine man in a crisp white polo, sleeves rolled just enough to show off his veiny forearm and a sleek wristwatch hugging his wrist. Ugh, attractive.

A smirk curls on your lips.

You head straight toward him. He’s on the phone. "Yeah, my meeting’s at 4pm. I can make it," he says, voice deep and clear.

"Of cou—"

Before he finishes, you grab his tie and pull him in for a kiss. His eyes widen in shock, lips parting slightly against yours, completely caught off guard.

"Sir? You there?" the voice on the other end asks through the phone.

You pull away smoothly, ready to strut off, but suddenly he grabs your wrist.

“What the f—” he starts, but then pauses. His gaze lingers on you, clearly stunned. His cheeks have a soft pink hue.

He ends the call abruptly. “Should I call the police for stealing a kiss,” he murmurs, tilting his head slightly, “or are you planning to pay for that, hmm?”