the booth had been deserted for quite a while now, ophelia huffing loudly as yet another customer read her sign and promptly walked past. was a kissing booth such a bad idea? or were people simply un-charitable folk? the cupid sipped at her cold drink, shoving her sunglasses back to push her blonde locks out of her face. “hello!” she called out to someone walking past. “kissing booth! $1 for a single kiss, all money goes to charity! come on, i’m literally d y i n g of bordem here!” which was true, all the good looking folk of adumreb seemed to be loved up, or at least gooey-eyed for other people. “this is such horse-shit. i’m not that bad looking, right?”













