The acquaintance gathered somehow with her new boyfriend in a nightclub, approached this responsibly - a swing, swinging makeup, a dressed shirt with bare shoulders. He came to her in his car, on the way to the club stopped at his house to change clothes and take a shower, was right from work. He asked me to wait 10 minutes in the car. And here she sits, misses, the smartphone leaks. At the top of the woman’s voice:
What kind of sheep do you have in your car?! to
The acquaintance stared and stirred - some fierce grandmother rolls from the balcony, looks directly at her and spells:
I’m talking about you, Blake. Remember, this cowboy is married!! to

A familiar in complete frustration and agitation of bullets jumped out of the car, showing her long slim legs in a short shirt and the best shoes. From the balcony:
So you got rid of it, shit! I'll cut off the skin, makeup will be repaired.

The acquaintance thought of dragging away from there, but a stranger approached the car, admirably looked at the unhappy woman, then raised his head to the balcony and cried:
Katy, you are a fool!! Our car stands! I showed it to the other end of the yard.

The car was exactly the same model and color. Quietly rubbed under his nose, the man went to her, went and left. Soon there was a friend of my acquaintance. I looked at her more enthusiastically:
What a red rose!

She then danced like the devil, splashing out the accumulated adrenaline. Diko whispered, telling us what she experienced in those terrible seconds. The best cosmetics are natural emotions.