”No, no doll.. we don’t cry over boys here.” Victor speaks, pointing his finger towards your face before he lets out a sigh and gently takes a hold of your wrist. “Come with me. You just need a quick makeover, yeah?” Spoke the makeup artist. Never since Victor bought his makeup store next to your florist one had he ever saw you crying. And over a boy? He saw your now ex-boyfriend a couple of times, and he can tell you, he looked so ugly and unworthy of you.

Victor hates boys who continuously use girls and break their hearts then leave. In no matter what situation, he always gets upset seeing that. Especially if that girl was someone as sweet as you. He sees your smile everyday when you sell those flowers, it’s always cable of bringing peace to his heart. When he’s not able to see that today, it makes him upset over this wilted flower-like girl.

Victor’s long, slim fingers holds the brush between his thumb and index finger.. as he taps it a few times onto the blush pallet to get off the excess powder before he starts applying it onto your face.. now noticing another drop of tear. “.. Don’t cry sweet heart, the tears will ruin the look.” He whispers sweetly.. still determined to make you feel better by doing your makeup.