Rose came back, as promised, the next day. It was a bit chilly, so Everett was forced to wear a sweater. Today her hair was in a ponytail held up by a worn yellow hair tie. It was then the boy noticed a streak of blonde on the bottom half of her straight hair. Doe-like eyes hesitantly looked over at the boy. This time, he began the conversation.
"What's that golden part in your hair?"
"What?"
"That blonde streak."
"Um..."
"Why are you blushing?"
"Your touching my hair like... that."
"All I wanted to do was make you feel less awkward."
"Well, asking me about my hair wont exactly make it less strange."
"..."
"So you still haven't fixed it?"
"Huh?"
"The sign, silly."
"Again with this? Didn't you have enough fun bothering me yesterday?"
"Bothering you? Im only trying to help you..."
"Oh yes, because telling me that my perfectly fine sign has a mistake is helping me."
"Gosh..."
"You should go."
"Oh, I understand."
"...Yea. Whatever."
