Beso beso <3 (Open)
Sept 20, 2014 11:35:40 GMT -5
Post by Katya Moschella on Sept 20, 2014 11:35:40 GMT -5
Katya loved festivals, plain and simple. There was the food - where else could you get away with munching on fried oreos in public? There were the games, where the prizes were juuust tantalizing enough to bring you back for a second try. The music, the contests, the chance of spotting your mailman or the lady from the pharmacy out of uniform and in gaudy Hawaiian shirts or enormous hats covered in flowers. The sense of community alone was infectious, and Katya couldn't remember the last time she'd been to one without smiling until her face hurt.
So when the professor of her English 110 class had offered extra credit for volunteering at the faire, Kat was the first to sign up. It was perfect - snag a few extra points to pad her grade, and all she had to do was blow a couple of hours at a booth before running off for some funnel cake and a try at balloon darts. And not just any booth, no; Katya would earn her points raising money at the kissing booth.
If movies had taught her anything, it was that working a kissing booth could go one of two ways. Either she would have to kiss someone she hated, perhaps an ex or rival (doubtful, as she had neither), or she would get to kiss someone she had a crush on. Considering the number of cuties who'd caught her eye that week alone, Kat was banking on that second option. Maybe the adorable Latina from Eng110 would even be there - who knew?
Never one to be late for a good time, Kat rolled in at noon on the dot to start her shift. She had dressed with the intention of catching the eyes of passersby, in a sunny yellow dress to match her disposition and lipstick in a deep, sticky red. What was the point of visiting a kissing booth if you didn't have the smooch print to prove it?
So when the professor of her English 110 class had offered extra credit for volunteering at the faire, Kat was the first to sign up. It was perfect - snag a few extra points to pad her grade, and all she had to do was blow a couple of hours at a booth before running off for some funnel cake and a try at balloon darts. And not just any booth, no; Katya would earn her points raising money at the kissing booth.
If movies had taught her anything, it was that working a kissing booth could go one of two ways. Either she would have to kiss someone she hated, perhaps an ex or rival (doubtful, as she had neither), or she would get to kiss someone she had a crush on. Considering the number of cuties who'd caught her eye that week alone, Kat was banking on that second option. Maybe the adorable Latina from Eng110 would even be there - who knew?
Never one to be late for a good time, Kat rolled in at noon on the dot to start her shift. She had dressed with the intention of catching the eyes of passersby, in a sunny yellow dress to match her disposition and lipstick in a deep, sticky red. What was the point of visiting a kissing booth if you didn't have the smooch print to prove it?
