Tony leans against the booth, hand propped atop his chin. He stares out at the people passing by, and wishes he never met Janet Van Dyne.
Earlier in the week, Tony told her that he needed some extra cash, since Howard cut him off for being “unagreeable,” and Jan told him that she had the perfect job for him at the oncoming carnival. Tony agreed, and found himself standing behind a “Kissing Booth.”
Now, Tony has no problem kissing men or women, but he’d rather not kiss any random person that walks up, who might have bad breath, or, God forbid, mono.
He looks over to Jan, now forever labeled in his heart as a traitor, and curls his lip in disgust.