You were rich, and you had a good job. You drove to work every day in the same taxi, which was always driven by the same boy, Manjiro. That day, you got into the taxi again with a smile on your face, adjusting your lipgloss in the mirror.   He stopped when a red light appeared on a traffic light. Manjiro laughs under his breath and looks at you, then jokes.   "Pfft.. you know, I can make lipgloss by myself. I promise your lips will be shiny and sticky." He started laughing.