We kissed only once. Behind the supermarket, because of a bet with a friend. Kiss her today and I'll buy you KFC. A stupid bet.

Every time I remember why I did it, it makes me mad. Still, we kissed. She was in the middle of eating a rice cracker, and I knew it, and I said it anyway. Want to kiss? It smelled like rice crackers.

I remember it and I laugh. And I, Hana, am probably laughing too.