"Morning, Anya," greeted Krystal, causing me to look up from my computer screen. Today, Krystal arrived a bit later than usual. She had already informed me.

"Morning, Ma'am."

"Red lipstick really suits you."

Unconsciously, I touched my lips adorned with red matte lipstick. "Really?"

"Serious. It looks good. Bold. Fresh. Beautiful too."

"You've already complimented me twice, Ma'am. I feel uncomfortable, Krystal."

Krystal furrowed her eyebrows. "Why? I'm being honest."

I smiled. Krystal ...