I got ready for our dinner date by wearing my favorite red dress that fit my curves in all the right places and my matching red pumps. I decided to not straighten my hair that night and twisted the two sides framing my face and pinned to the back of my head. I admired myself in the mirror before heading downstairs.
"(y/n), are you read-- wow." Justin said as you walk over to him.
"I think I overdid myself." I said shyly.
"No," Justin disagreed. "You look great."
"Thanks." I smiled.
"And your hair is so curly." He said, touching your curls gently.
"Thanks."
"Is black hair always like this?" Justin questioned. I giggled a bit.
"Yes." I answered.
"So no one's hair is born straight?"
"No."
"Well it's beautiful," Justin said, cupping my face. "Just like you."
