lips red like wine

    “I mean, I suppose you’re kind of cute? On a scale of one to my boyfriend Light, that is! Wait --- that was your question, right?” Misa was jesting, but she wanted to make it perfectly clear that she was, in fact, taken. Even if it meant to instruct the stranger before they were to even open their mouth. She stated with glee, lips puckered and pulling into an easy grin, a smile that matched the magazine covers. She would have guessed half the guys she’d come across would want to know the same thing, so she acted upon her assumption.     “Did you want an autograph or something?”