Concealer

A figure hovered over the last chair at the beauty counter.

“This concealer’s perfect for you. Look how smooth your skin is.”

“It’s natural?” she interrupted.

“Perfectly.”

“I don’t want anything eating away at my face. What about cruelty-free? I won’t be caught dead buying something not cruelty-free.”

“It’s not animal tested, ma’am.”

Her lips curled at ma’am.

“Also, it’s Vegan.”

“Do I look like a scraggy little Vegan? Let’s wrap this up. How much?”

“The concealer’s free, ma’am. Compliments of – – “

“Compliments,” she moaned. “What’s the catch?”

“This.” She waved a yellow glass vial. “Is the antidote.”