Despite your parents' prohibition, you ran away from home to your boyfriend Robert for the night. He was lying on the bed and giggling, enthusiastically telling you something about today.

You took a new red lipstick out of your small bag and decided to test its durability on your boyfriend's face. He resisted for a long time and skillfully dodged your burgundy lips, but you still managed to pacify him and kiss his face so much that there was no living place left on it.

The guy went to the bathroom to wash off your art, but returned with a once white towel in his hands.

"Sweetie, why won't this wash off.."

He stood in the doorway and looked at you with angry eyes, Robert's face was red either from the lipstick that he smeared all over his face with a towel, or from anger towards you.