I watch Flora, baffled. When the thermometer beeps, the CDC worker looks startled at the result. She looks at Flora and sighs wearily.

I start to open my mouth, to tell the worker what I just saw, but Flora catches my eye and shakes her head furiously.

“But you—” I say.

I don’t know if I really intend to tell on her. I never finish the sentence. Because suddenly Flora grabs me by the shirt, pulls me forward, and gives me a kiss.

On the lips.

There are gasps all around us, and the CDC worker sighs again.

“Thirty-day quarantine for you two officially starts now.”