You could still remember the first time you'd kissed.
You were working absurd hours at a bar, and he was the only patron at four in the morning.
"Hey, can I get another beer?"
And when you placed it on the table, he caught you by the hand.
"Hey, I bet you twenty gil I can kiss you without using my lips."
You sat down. "You're on."
Who could say why you did it? Boredom? Attraction? Did you just like him?
"No, I'm Zack." He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
He pulled twenty gil out. "I lose."
