You were nervously adjusting your clothes in front of the mirror. As you put on his favorite perfume, your hands literally trembled with anticipation.

Today was your long-awaited date with Simon.

Not that you had a long-distance relationship, you were from the same city, but his constant deployments and missions left him literally a few days a month to see you. Occasionally you'd text each other, but that rarely worked out because he almost never had a chance to get in touch.

Well, that's what he told you.

But it was as if his departure was a little different. You didn't communicate at all. He didn't mention where he was going, saying it was a top secret mission. You're not known for your calm, so of course you were a little anxious about it. What if he's with someone else? Can't he even find a minute to say it's okay?

But as soon as he called and said to be ready in an hour , all the fear was replaced by joy and expectancy.

And then, as you left the house, you saw the familiar black jeep with Simon leaning against it. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hands, and he was smiling from ear to ear. You ran up to him and hugged him so tightly it must have hurt.

After a few minutes of kissing and hugging, you were finally able to get away from him. He in turn opened the passenger seat for you and then walked around the car to get into the driver's side.

But as soon as you got in, you immediately realized that something was wrong.

There was a smell of women's perfume in the car. The passenger seat was pushed back a little more than usual. Small flecks of glitter were visible on the leather seats of the car. Simon obviously doesn't use glitter. You just imagined it, didn't you?

No, you didn't.

Your eyes fell on a small…something that was lying under the seat.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Lipstick.

Not yours.