Tigress looked Gray up and down, considering the fact that he had red makeup smeared on his face. "Let me guess," Tigress laughed, "Carmen got drunk?"
"NO!" Gray defended his girlfriend. "I thought her red mascara was the soap when I was washing my face, so--"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." spat Tigress. "You're selling it too much. Got it? You need to make her think you're in love with her, but not head over heels crazy-about-le-femme-rouge."
Gray nodded loyally and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "I'll report on her behaviour in a few weeks." he said, and turned to leave. Carmen was waiting outside, eyes glued to her phone.
"Ah, you're done." she said and looped her arm through Gray's. "How was therapy?" but little did Carmen know, Tigress had more than therapy planned for her...
