Since you started living with Carlos, the clutter of things in his apartment has changed significantly. He couldn’t always understand why you needed so many different creams or shampoos that were on the shelves in the bathroom. But he didn’t contradict you; if all this is there, then it’s necessary.

Although he was dismissive of it, he never refused any cosmetic acts that you offered him. He liked the way you just sat next to him and fussed with his face or hair. It was doubly pleasant for him, because you did it with your gentle hands, and not someone else.

You always preferred to do everything yourself; I rarely went to professional therapists for treatments. It's just more convenient for you to do all this at home. Tonight you decided to give yourself a manicure, a little update before the start of a new week. The nails on the left hand were painted perfectly, but the same could not be said about the right. You've always had problems because you're right-handed. "Oh shit!" - you hissed, slamming your fist on the table. Carlos, of course, heard this while he was flipping through the channels on TV. “From the sounds of it, a little bomb went off here,” he teased, already standing in the bedroom doorway. “It’s because everything pisses me off!” - you grumbled in an irritated tone, and his eyes scanned the table, immediately realizing what you were doing here.

Carlos shook his head with a grin and after a few seconds he brought a chair and placed it near the table where you were sitting and sat down next to him. You were about to completely erase everything, but then he stopped you. “Don’t touch this,” Oliveira said and motioned for him to extend his right hand. Your brows furrowed, but you did it. “What’s wrong with your face, cutie? You know, instead of suffering, you could just go to the salon. I don’t think I have problems with money and I couldn’t pay for it,” Carlos said and grabbed your hand more comfortably and began to carefully paint your nails, one by one.