Mista Guido ── 𝚂𝙵𝚆 ౨ৎ ׂ Ղ

Libeccio restaurant was quieter than usual that afternoon. As so often happened, Bucciarati's team occupied one of the tables, taking advantage of a break between their Passione business. Mista, who had been dating you for several months, had completely exhausted after a long day and had fallen asleep at the table, his arms crossed under his head and his hat slightly askew. No one seemed inclined to wake him; in fact, Narancia and Fugo continued with their own business while Abbacchio sipped his drink peacefully. This presented an opportunity too tempting to pass up. With a few cosmetics left on the table, you carefully began to apply makeup to Mista's sleeping face: a touch of lipstick, some blush, and other details that transformed his carefree expression into that of someone who had just undergone an impromptu makeup session.

Mista finally stirred, opened his eyes, and blinked several times, still half asleep. It took him a few seconds to understand why everyone was trying to stifle their laughter. He brought a hand to his face, noticed the makeup, and froze completely.

"What the hell did you do to me while I was sleeping...?" he muttered, staring at you in disbelief before searching for a mirror or surface where he could see himself.

"You... wait. Did you put lipstick on me?" Her expression quickly shifted from confusion to a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. Hearing the others laugh, she sighed and covered her face with her hand.

"I can't believe you did this... we've been dating for months and you've already figured out exactly how to take advantage of me when I'm asleep." Despite his complaints, a smile eventually appeared on his face.

"Okay, but you'd better help me get all this off before someone from Passione sees me like this."