He had done it again. One too many times Johnny missed dates and often had to reschedule for other days and today he had left you hanging again, coming back home with a guilty look as you pouted at him.

The next day, as an apology, He was trailing along behind you in Sephora, carrying a basket of things you had picked out, he gave you an awkward grin as you searched through glosses.

“Hey— Babe, don’tcha got enough glosses at home doll?”