In the midst of the lupins

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"Sit down."

I saw my old self in the mirror, after which Theo covered me with a cloth.

"You have an interesting haircut. What is it called... wolf cut, to my mind."

"How do you know about hair?"

"I actually took the course!" he said cheerfully.

"And how did you finish?"

"Not really."

"Yes? Well nothing. Keep going."

"Well since I started..." the guy continued to comb my hair, "It's not interesting why I didn't finish?"

"Maybe it's your secret."

"Not really. It's just that my father said not to suffer nonsense, and my mother wanted me to find a normal job. She also worked as a hairdresser... And what does normal work mean in general?"

"In my mind?"

"In any."

"Well probably where you earn good money."

"Haw... and the watchman is something from the category of normality..." he muttered and with the tip of the comb began to divide my hair into partings, which caused me a herd of goosebumps, and only a thin veil saved me from unnecessary embarrassment.

"And you didn't want this job?"

"My father's connections helped. Uncle Dukku is a good friend of his from college. I never asked him for such a favor..."

"Why don't you live with your family?"

"I'm already 21 and my parents have their own worries."

"And you... don't even call them?"

"As are they to me. The last time we saw each other was at my grandmother's funeral this winter."

Why do people who have parents not value them? I would give anything to be in their arms again.

"Call them."

He laughed softly and asked a question:

"What is the reason for the call?"

"Do you really need a reason to talk to your parents?"

"Look down," his large warm hand touched the back of my head. Finally, he started cutting.

"Still... give them a call, just to see how things are going."

"Are you always talkative with hairdressers?"

"No. I'm in shock... that I'm talking to a hairdresser."

"Are you kidding?" surprise slipped into his voice, "I'm talking about the fact that you called me a hairdresser."

"Well, since you own it, why not?"

"Okay. Just don't turn around and don't say anything yet, otherwise I'll miss or I'll cut off too much."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him wink at me.

"I am silent."

And so the next hours flew by. I surreptitiously observed his facial expression. When Theo concentrated, he pouted cutely and squinted his eyes. I was obsessed with his facial expressions much more than with my hair. My heart trembled at the decisive moments when he was about to look at me in the mirror. But I was cunning and did not give him a chance to play staring with me for more than three seconds. I fixed my eyes somewhere in the shell in front of me. He will never know that under the fabric, holding my breath, I kneaded my fingers from excitement.