When the hand meets the face

*

He placed his hand on hers, looking into her eyes with an easily describable look in his eyes, “Miss…” He said softly, “Pardon me, but…I think I’m in love.”

He blushed, waiting for the girl’s reaction while he internally grinned.

Victory: Him.

….That was until a forceful hand met his cheek. Forceful hand, meet face. Face, forceful hand. Nice to meet you, forceful hand! I think I’m in love!

….Well, at least there was a memory to remember. The ten thousandth time he had a slap across the face. What a milestone!

Ten thousandth confession to a random person: Failure.

Victory: Not him.