With a sigh, looking at the makeup that actually wasn't too heavy today, she hesitated whether to wash her face or go out and get some makeup.
The restroom was engulfed in silence; in her life, making choices was what she hated the most.
After a long while, she decided to go get the makeup.
Because her face felt unbearably hot and her mind was in a haze, she desperately needed a splash of cold water to sober up.
However, the moment she stepped out of the restroom, she saw a tall and slender figure against the wall separating the men's and women's restrooms.
Under the bright lights, that figure, that face, she could see it clearly now.
Even leaning against the wall, his back was still ramrod straight, one hand in the pocket of his suit trousers, the other gracefully holding a slim cigarette between two fingers, head tilted slightly down, now bringing it to his lips for a draw, his exhalation of smoke adding an unusual charm to the moment.
The prudish hypocrite.
