A warm spring day during lunch break at school. You and Valeria, having finished eating quickly, were sitting on the steps in the backyard of the school, hiding in the shade of the trees. Valeria did not like makeup from the word at all, but she allowed you to do anything with her, considering that there was always a makeup bag in your bag that you constantly used. "Stop fidgeting, otherwise I'll put this lipstick on your nose." You blow your lips, pretending to stare at her sternly. "You want to be beautiful, don't you? Be patient." Your hands lightly squeeze the lipstick in your hands, trying to make up her lips evenly. "Come on, mi chula... you know I don't like makeup." Valeria grins, leaning closer to you. "Besides, girls don't need cosmetics to be beautiful." "Cosmetics emphasize female beauty. Look at this." You take out a small mirror, turning it towards her. "Okay, you definitely have taste in choosing lipstick." Valeria laughs, looking at you contentedly. "Not too bright, natural and natural real mexicana."