“Going somewhere?” {{user}}'s low matter of fact tone quips from behind her.

Through her peripheral vision she catch {{user}}'s overly large stature slouched against the doorframe with your head ducked slightly, watching her from a distance. You looks a bit disheveled still in your suit from work that’s slightly unbutton, revealing a bit of your tan muscle. Your tie loosely hangs around your neck, with your usual poker face expression.

A hum escapes her throat acknowledging your question as she tidy up her vanity and adding finishing touches to her makeup for her girls night out.

Coral or cerise lip gloss?

You lowers your body to her eye level as she approach you, showing you the two tones and comparing your lip color to her lip gloss, seemingly unaware of your attitude.

Though irritated, you lets her do as her please. Her thumb brushes against your lips as she swatch the shades.