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The day passed by agonizingly slow with the image of Katie's hair playing in my head over and over. I couldn't stop thinking about how, when her hair was down, the sunlight caught certain lighter and darker hues I hadn't noticed before; or how, with her hair down, it looked like you could run your fingers through it and it would feel like silk; or how, now that her hair was down, I heavily considered not pranking her tomorrow to see if I got the same results as today.
I couldn't believe she was having this effect on me, even after all these years of fawning over her. I thought I would've been numb to it by now.
But, as I watched her work in the strawberry fields, I knew it wouldn't ever be that easy.
The breeze that played with her hair made strands of it drift across her face, and she'd take off her hat to readjust it every once in a while. A few times, she tried to gather her hair into a fist behind her head, but it would just bounce back around her neck the second she let go.
The issues of her hair seemed to disappear when she noticed me walking down the hill and she scowled, but I strutted over like I owned the place. If I couldn't get her out of my head, I may as well have her in my near physical vicinity.
"What could you possibly want, Stoll?" When she looked up from underneath her bucket hat, her sun-tinted cheeks flashed an even rosier color with the light now hitting them.
I would have taken the time to admire it, or maybe even fantasize about the burn actually being a blush, but I restrained myself from the opportunity and cracked a grin. "I think that's a pretty loaded question for an enemy to ask, don't you think, Katie-kat?"
"It isn't when I'm trying to figure out why you're bothering me."
"Well, that's just rude," I remarked, and took it upon myself to sit down beside her. "All I wanted was to tell you about your hair."
"Tell me about my hair?" she repeated with no sign of interest.
I nodded enthusiastically. "I bet nobody's even told you."
"What exactly is it about my hair?" Realizing she wasn't about to get anything productive done with me sitting there, she turned to look at me.
I straightened and cleared my throat. "It looks like it's annoying you."
"It's not the only thing annoying me."
With her pointed look and suspicious eyes, I couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, but what's annoying you more - your favorite Hermes kid, or the hair blowing all over your face while you're trying to work?"
She turned her face from me and invested more of her attention into the strawberries. "I'll give you one guess, idiot."
"Hmm, probably the hair." I tapped my finger to my chin. "Maybe I should've just pranked you this morning to eliminate the issue entirely."
Before she could reply, a piece of hair flew across her eyes and she let out an exasperated "ugh!" She forced it back and began stuffing her hair into her hat. "You know what, Stoll? For once, you're right. This is driving me crazy."
"I'm always right," I corrected.
"I think you reminded me why I always put my hair up," she grumbled. "I don't know why I wanted to do that in the first place, it just gets in the way."
