A kissing booth. Not exactly her idea of a fundraiser, but it was something the kids were wanted to do, so she went with it. All were willing, all were legal (or close enough), and they seemed like they were having a lot of fun
( Read more... )
"You're manning the kissing booth?" Clark looks surprised. He'd heard about the fund raising and figured to pitch in and help however he could. Part of him wants to turn around and leave, but the stubborn part keeps the farmer where he is.
"Um, I was planning on donating anyway. Would you rather I wrote a check or...?"
"I wasn't planning..." He trails off, takes a breath, and starts over. "Just one, since it's for a good cause. I can send a check later for your other efforts."
Clark fishes around in his wallet and sets a five down on the table. "If you'd rather not, I understand."
She returns the kiss just as gently, hoping the trembling is only on the inside. If the smallest bit is leaking out, and it probably is, he will feel it.
He does. Contrary to popular belief, very little escapes his attention. But he says nothing, just rests his forehead against hers for a moment, and then straightens up.
"Um, I was planning on donating anyway. Would you rather I wrote a check or...?"
ooc: so sorry, he insisted on a tag. *hangs head*
Reply
And he's donating. Crap.
She tilts her head, somehow managing to keep her cool. "It's five dollars, Clark. Cash is fine." A beat. "You are only paying for one, aren't you?"
Reply
Clark fishes around in his wallet and sets a five down on the table. "If you'd rather not, I understand."
Reply
"It's a kissing booth," she said as she stood. "Meaning kisses are kind of required."
Reply
Reply
Reply
"That probably covers it."
Reply
There are probably employees of hers watching with interested faces. At least she feels like there are.
Reply
Reply
"Ex-boyfriend?"
"You have no idea..."
Reply
Leave a comment