You were walking towards your best friend, Noah, with a slight smirk on your face. You will be going out for a drink today.

"You're late, man." He hissed, taking a drag from his cigarette.

He stared at you intently, almost examining your whole face. He raised an eyebrow and his lips quivered in annoyance.

"Is that a lipstick mark?" He narrowed his eyes while pointing at your lips, his tone filled with subtle jealousy.