It was that time of the month. You needed to take out your weave and wash you hair. You shut the door in the bathroom, sitting on the sink so you could see yourself in the mirror.
"What are you doing?" Luke asks opening the bathroom door. You grabbed the scissors cutting the thread that was keeping the tracks sewn to your hair.
"I'm taking out my weave." Once you said that, Luke looked at you like you were crazy.
"Weave? I thought that was your real hair?" Luke sat on the toilet seat watching you. You shrugged your shoulders and continued to take the tracks out. Once you were all done, you began to undraid you hair. Each braid you took out, you would also remove the synthetic hair that was used to braid your hair.
"Now what's that?" Luke asks curiously.
"That's extensions that you braid your hair with so its doesn't break." You explain. Luke nods slowly, watching all the hair hall into the sink. He picked up one of the track, taking a whiff of it.
"Luke!" You yell out him. He jumps dropping the tracks. "Why are you smelling it?" You asked annoyed with him.
"No reason." He folds his hands on his lap. "Wow, your hair is so puffy." He says when you finish taking out the braids. "Can I touch it." He doesn't even wait for your answer as he twirls a piece of your hair in his hands.
"You should leave your hair out. It'd different. I don't like that fake stuff you put in tour hair." He says getting up from the bathroom. "Well I'll leave you to finish your hair." He kisses your cheek before walking out the bathroom.
