Spencer Sullivan started the car and left the parking lot. She pulled down the sun visor, opened the mirror on it, and applied a fresh layer of lipstick.
Then she casually put the lipstick into the storage compartment on the door and took out a portable perfume, spraying herself twice.
These were all common rituals for women.
A light, refreshing scent of perfume quickly filled the car.
Spencer Sullivan glanced at the woman beside him. Golden sunlight streamed through the glass and onto her face, highlighting her delicate nose and rosy lips.
"Spencer Sullivan, do I look good in this shade of lipstick?"
The girl still sounded somewhat childish in her strong and overbearing tone.
Subconsciously, he knew he had to say she looked good. If he said she didn't, it would be the end of him.
'Beep.'
Memories suddenly flooded his mind, and Spencer Sullivan spaced out for a moment.
The car's speed unknowingly slowed down.
