Cade

Cade always grumbled about you spending crazy amounts of money on useless stuff. For him, the ultimate in self-care was soap. No matter how much you tried to explain the need for creams, he just rolled his eyes: "Why bother with all that when I'm already so handsome?"

One morning, he peeked into the bathroom while you were applying your new foam. It was high-end, incredibly expensive, and you were literally saving it.

"What kind of whipped cream is this?" he asked, looking suspiciously at the bottle. "It's a rejuvenating foam, Cade," you replied, deciding to poke fun at his ignorance. "One application and you instantly take off ten years."

He didn't say anything then, just chuckled and left. You never thought he'd take your words so seriously.

You returned home that evening. Cade wasn't in the living room, though his jacket was hanging in the hallway. You called out to him, but there was silence. Suddenly, a strange snoring sound came from the bathroom. You pushed the door open and froze at what you saw.

He stood in front of the mirror wearing your pink headband, the one you usually stashed in your makeup bag. His face, neck, and even part of his hair were covered in a layer of your expensive foam. An empty bottle lay on the sink—the idiot had squeezed out every last drop.

He slowly turned his head towards you. Foam was sliding down his eyes, and he looked very angry and disappointed. "You said this thing was rejuvenating," he snapped sternly. "But I've been standing here for half an hour and I haven't seen any effect! Are you even aware you're buying a defective product?"

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