𝕮𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖊 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝕴𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

New Haircut | C.S.

[Fluff]

You stepped into the small, cozy hair salon with a nervous flutter in your stomach. It was a boutique place with a charming, eclectic style—velvet chairs, vintage mirrors, and potted plants scattered around. You'd heard rave reviews about the place, particularly about a stylist named Cobie.

As you approached the reception desk, a woman with chin long, artfully tousled hair and bright blue eyes looked up and smiled.

"Hi there! I'm Cobie. You must be Y/N," she said, extending her hand. You noted the slight tingle that ran through your fingers when you shook her hand.

"Yes, that's me," you replied, smiling back.

"Great! Come on over, let's get you seated," Cobie said, leading you to a comfortable chair in front of one of the large mirrors.

"So, what are we doing today?" Cobie asked, gently running her fingers through your hair, sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

"I was thinking of a shorter cut for the summer," you said, meeting Cobie's eyes in the mirror.

"Have you ever considered something a bit bolder?" She asked, pulling out her phone and showing you an image of a striking hairstyle—shaved sides with a tousled top and a slight mullet at the back.

You hesitated, looking at the edgy haircut. "It's definitely different. Do you think it would suit me?"

Cobie smiled warmly, her fingers lightly brushing against your shoulder. "Absolutely. With your bone structure, it'll look amazing. And it's perfect for summer—cool and stylish."

"Alright, let's do it," you said, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Great! Let's start with a wash," Cobie said, guiding you to the washing station. As you leaned back, Cobie carefully adjusted your headrest, her fingers brushing against your neck in a way that felt almost intentional. You bit your lip, trying to keep your composure.

The warm water flowed over your scalp, and Cobie's fingers massaged the shampoo into your hair with firm yet gentle strokes. Every touch seemed to linger just a fraction longer than necessary, making your pulse quicken. The light flirtation in the air was unmistakable.

After the wash, Cobie led you back to the chair and started combing through your damp hair. Your eyes met hers in the mirror again, and you felt a connection spark between them.

"So, Y/N, what do you do when you're not getting fabulous haircuts?" Cobie asked, lightly brushing against your cheek as she sectioned off your hair.

"I'm in the music business," you said, trying to ignore the goosebumps rising on your skin from Cobie's touch. "How about you? How long have you been a stylist?"

"Oh, about seven years now. I love it. Getting to meet new people and make them feel good about themselves is the best part," Cobie said, her voice warm and inviting.

You smiled. "You're very good at it."

"Thanks," Cobie replied, flashing a grin that made your heart skip a beat. "So, do you have any fun plans for the weekend?"

"Not really. I'll probably just hang around the studio. Maybe write a new song with the others," you said, watching Cobie's nimble fingers work.

Her hand brushed against your cheek as she tilted her head slightly. Somehow you got hit by a fresh wave of boldness, a virtue, you usually kept in check. "Maybe you can come around. It's going to be a lot of fun—drinks, music, good company. I'd love to see you there."

You watched her through the mirror, your heart skipping a beat as you noticed the smile, that danced across her lips. "I'd like that."

Cobie continued cutting, your conversation flowing easily, punctuated by those tantalizing touches that made your skin tingle. As Cobie finished up, she tousled your new edgy haircut with a satisfied smile.

"There you go. You look amazing, Y/N," she said, stepping back to admire her work.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling more confident and attractive than you had in a long time. The shaved sides and tousled top gave you a bold, striking look, and you loved it. "Thank you, Cobie. I really love it."

Cobie smiled and handed you a small card. "Here's my number. I hope I'll hear from you."

You took the card, your fingers brushing hers in the process. "You will," you said, your voice soft but sure.

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