"This one. This is the one I want.”

Vince showed a clear lipgloss to an assistant. Vince didn't bother to thank the assistant as he bought it. Thank god you had forgotten your bag that day when that “accident” of a kiss happened. How you told him it was all a mistake.

Vince barely waited until he was out of the shop before applying the lipgloss on his lips. He closed his eyes, letting his tongue feel the sweet taste. The flavor giving him nostalgia of how your lips tasted. Like honey.