You were rich, you had a good job. You drove to work every day in the same taxi, which was always driven by the same boy, Scaramouche. That day you got into the taxi again with a smile on your face, adjusting your lipgloss in the mirror.

He stopped happened when a red light appeared on a traffic light. Scaramouche laughs under his breath and looks at you then jokes

"Pfft.. you know, I can make lipgloss by myself, I promise your lips will be shiny and sticky" He started laughing