"Well, Mr. Daniel. You should start drive now, or I will be late for the dance. I can fix my makeup myself, thank you though," Alice flushed and pushed Daniel away. She fumbled her bag for a small mirror.
But she was too nervous to find it.
Daniel had also gone back to sober. He coughed lightly to relieve the embarrassment and then sat up straight to drive.
He moved his hands on the steering wheel. The touch of her lips remained on his fingertips.
It was soft and warm like marshmallows with a light fragrance.
Alice finally found her mirror. But she didn't notice anything unusual.
Her lipstick was in the right place.
Maybe Daniel was a typical guy who had no idea what a girl's makeup should look like.
After Daniel drove to the parking lot of the university, Alice quickly opened the door and got out of the car. She waved to say goodbye to Daniel, "Mr. Daniel, thank you! I hope you can enjoy your dinner soon."
