There are a lot of people willing to hop in the lines for the kissing booths, just as much as there appear to be plenty of people willing to get in the booths as well, which actually kind of surprises Alex. He's used to the county fair, as luck would have it, takes place in his hometown every year. There, there's just a bunch of married hillbillies and gaggles of teenagers running around and the prime demographic for this sort of thing would typically fall somewhere in between, or at least, Alex would guess as much.

One thing he's been pretty quick to notice is that, around here, everybody is way the hell Out of His League. The woman to approach next in line at his booth is definitely no exception. No she's, like, stupid hot, like that shouldn't even be legal kind of hot and Alex huffs a laugh at her question, because for a split second, he thinks that she must be fucking joking.

But, then again, it's for charity. It's a charity thing, that's why he's behind the booth and that's probably why she's in the line for it. Chill, Alex, it ain't always about you, bro.

Grinning a little, Alex jabs a thumb in the direction of the sign off to the right that gives the pricing. "Damn, today is my lucky day, huh? I gotta do charity work more often," he laughs.