Ever since she told her friends about laser tag, everyone, especially him, had been begging to go. So, she acquired a special pass from the Council to go out laser tagging. They were the last two players left. Sophie was having a hard time finding him. Now they were here. Sophie stood with her back in a corner, laser gun at the ready. Waiting for him. Footsteps pounded down the corridor, then there he was. Keefe. “Ah. There you are, Foster. I've been looking for you. ” His lips are quirked in a small grin. Sophie’s heart went into hummingbird mode, and she couldn't speak. He had stepped closer, something intense in his ice-blue eyes. Before Sophie could react, he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. She stood, shocked, for a moment, then wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. Then he shifted, and she heard the PING! Keefe pulled away, grinning fully now, as her vest flashed red. His gun was still pointed at her chest. He had shot her. “I win.”