As everyone started to leave the circus at closing time, your smile immediately fell.

You hated that stupid smile that was to be plastered on your face at all times.

You walked to the back and started to wipe off the makeup off your face with a stressed expression.

"Querida, what's with the long face?"

It was Centurion, the swimmer. She stared at you through the mirror with concern.

You were used to your co-worker teasing you. But today was different- audible concern.