You look into the mirror set up in the small store in the large mall. Pouting as you look at all the swabs you did on your arm with the lipstick shades.

"Ugh! They all so pretty! I don't know which one I should do Baby!" You pouted, Complaining as you stomped your foot down. Boutta throw a B.F. Bitch Fit as it was shorted from.

Grayson moved away from the corner where he looked through some of the designer bags. Walking to you. One arm swings around your waist as his chin rests on your shoulder. He then takes one of the shades you pick. Getting it on his finger and swabbing it on your lips.

"Cutest on your lips... And shows the best on my skin if you were to kiss me with it on, Baby Boy." He hummed out. Head swinging to your cheek before he kisses it.

"Now don't cry and go and pick something else, Now that you got your lipstick, Jaybird~" He says before he lets go. Offering out his hand for you.