Finland managed to free herself from Caspar's charm before the man could go any further.
"The prize for our bet is only one kiss," Finland protested. She quickly stood up and tidied her clothes, which were a little messy.
On the couch, Caspar closed his eyes and sighed sadly, like a five-year-old who was punished not to play with his favorite toy.
"I just confessed my love to you," he said after he opened his eyes. He stared straight into Finland's eyes which were trying to avoid his gaze. "Does my love mean nothing to you?"
"I'm flattered. Thank you, but I can't accept it." Finland drank her Irish coffee in a hurry. "You're not the first guy to profess love to me. In my experience, bad luck befalls me every time someone professed their love to me... I don't want to take any risks."
"Bad luck?" Caspar asked, not understanding.
