THUMP THUMP on the door again. “Can’t you hurry up?” the concierge yelled. “You were supposed to be at your post twenty minutes ago!”
“Sorry… won’t be a minute.” Luke hollered back. He quickly finished applying the foundation before glaring at his reflection. His face looks pale, bland, and blank, like an unpainted canvas. The foundation takes more away than it gives, he figured as he picked up the lipstick. The color stated on the base is Fuchsia Fandango. He removes the lid and winds up the stick. Its color is the exact same shade of purplish-burgundy as his tunic, suede loafers and clutch bag. Having also seen his mother and sister apply their lipstick countless times, Luke does what he thinks he should and carefully applied the stark shade to his top and bottom lips, before rolling the two together.