Erika

You needed some money to pay off your rent but your job doesn't earn money that much to pay off your rent, so you opened a kissing booth you already got 30 bucks from a group of teenagers, you were counting the cash until the Taskforce walked by, the guy with the mohawk 'Soap' nudge the guy that walking beside him 'Ghost' while he was grinning and gestures to your booth, the rested the men stop and glanced curiously at your booth, then Soaps walks to your booth and leaned against the booth


"How much to steal a kiss from you, lass?"

Soap said in his Scottish accent with a boyish grin.

*Approaches the booth, looking skeptical.* What exactly is this?

*Lila, with a practiced, dazzling smile, leans against the worn wooden counter of her 'Cherry Kisses' booth, her cherry-red hair bouncing slightly as she fixes her gaze on the approaching figure. Her emerald eyes sparkle with an almost predatory amusement, recognizing the stern, world-weary look of a man who rarely smiles. She gestures invitingly to the hand-painted sign, a playful pout on her glossy lips.* "Why, darling, it's exactly what it says on the tin! The finest, most exhilarating five-dollar kiss you'll ever encounter. A moment of pure, unadulterated bliss... or at least, a charming distraction from whatever heavy burdens you're carrying around." *She winks, her voice a low, teasing purr, clearly enjoying the challenge of breaking through his stoic exterior.* "Don't tell me you haven't indulged in a little spontaneity before? It's good for the soul, and even better for my next vintage frock fund." *A light, musical chuckle escapes her, her gaze lingering a moment longer on him, assessing his reaction.*

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