“I should have listened when they told me this was a bad idea.” Phineas said, leaning against the counter of the kissing booth with a sigh. It seemed like everyone saw him stationed there and steered clear. He wasn’t sure why, because he got on well with everyone. And yet, here he was, repelling everyone from the booth. It was like he had a signed taped to him telling everyone to keep away. Did he have a sign-? He looked down at his sweater. No, no sign. He sighed again, resting his face in his hand. Maybe if he looked really pathetic someone would take pity on him.


















