“I didn’t mean go up. I meant it’s way too much. We need to charge like $5 or something.” Or else no one would stop by. And I had a baker’s dozen football players I needed to kiss.

“Wow, okay. You’re really undervaluing yourself. But I love that you want to kiss more people.” She erased the board again and changed it to $5.

“What? I don’t want to kiss more people. I want to kiss 13 people exactly. Well, and Jacob. And maybe Axel.” I was having a hard time getting the image of Axel in my bed out of my head. His cologne on my sheets had pretty much ensured that. I’d been tossing and turning for the past two nights.

Sophie laughed. “Well we’re only charging $5, so we’re going to be getting way more people than that now.”

Darn it, she had a point. “Maybe we should do like $15 then?” That seems like it would at least ward off drifters. I shuddered. I hated the thought that my kiss thief might be some rando.

“It’s already set in stone.”

“It’s in chalk.” I put my hand out for her to give it to me.

She chucked the piece of chalk into the grass. “Oops, we’re out of chalk.”

I sighed.

“Besides, we don’t have time to argue about pricing. The stadium is about to open and we need to set up these cameras.” She pulled out a little black box like the one RJ had for the V22s.

“Why do we need cameras?”

“We might need to reevaluate the kiss. Or we might be distracted kissing while the mascot is out performing. There will be a lot going on at once and it’s better to be safe.” She popped the lid of the box.

“Wait. Those don’t look like the V22s.”

“They’re not. RJ has all the V22 prototypes in the locker room. Help me up.”

I put out my hand to help her up on the table. She moved a few balloons and placed a little sticky camera on one of the posts holding up the blue and orange striped canopy over the kissing booth.

“So what version are they?” I asked.

“An earlier one.” She put another camera on the other side to get both angles of people walking up to the booth.

“How early?”

“Don’t worry, they work.” She jumped off of the booth and put a camera on the front of the table.

I laughed. “Sophie, we don’t need that angle.”

“Actually, we do. It’ll help determine height.” She smiled.

We both knew that wasn’t why she’d put a camera there. I sighed and sat down as she placed a few more around the booth. I pulled out my phone to check the locker room cameras.

“Any sign of the mascot yet?” she asked when she was done.