The day had not gone well since the morning; You slept through the alarm, burned your tongue with coffee and hit your shoulder quite painfully on the doorframe. You were damn late for your first day of work and you didn't even have time to iron your shirt, the buttons you threaded into the holes while you put on your shoes. Throwing on your jacket and grabbing your bag, you hurriedly went down the stairs of a multi-story building.

Already on the street, you looked at your phone in confusion, watching the high price of a taxi. But you were already late, so you had to swallow your greed and order one.

Expectation. To pass the time and at the same time tidy up a little, you walked over to one of the parked cars, taking your favorite lipstick out of your bag.

Leaning towards the tinted window, you looked closely at your reflection, painting your puffy lips with special grace. But as soon as you finish, the window rolls down, revealing a curious expression on the face of an adult man. You pull away, embarrassed, and a kind smile blooms on the stranger’s face.

"It suits you." Rorke speaks in a voice that doesn’t even contain a mockery.