"I love it! Thank you so much!" Your last customer waved you goodbye as she walked out. You sighed, beginning to sweep the hair off the floor.
It had been a long day, with customers going in and out. It was around five, all of your coworkers having already left.
Your hair salon/barber shop was always busy. You were a claimed favorite by anyone that would come in. You had started out working in a shack, basically. Not even a year later, you were one of the most popular hairdressers in your area.
You turned off the lights and started to lock the door when you saw a figure standing behind you.
You jumped, dropping your keys.
The figure stepped forward and picked them up for you.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
You made eye contact and almost gasped aloud. He had the most vividly blue eyes you had ever seen. The sad thing was, they were hidden under scraggly, dirty hair.
"Am I too late?"
A sudden wave of sympathy rushed over you for this stranger. He was in bad need of a cut and you knew you'd feel guilty if you turned him down.
"No, of course not."
•••••
"So, how'd you hear of my humble shop?"
You had started by washing out his hair in the sink.
"Well, rumor has it that you're a hairdresser with magic fingers that can fix any bad hair day, so that's why I'm here."
You laughed.
"Well, thank you. I'm glad I've been so graciously recommended."
Silence filled in the space between you, but it wasn't awkward. It was oddly... intimate.
His hair was gorgeous when it was clean and soft. You found yourself running your hands through it more than necessary.
"So, if you don't mind my being nosy, but what do you do for a living, James?"
"I- uh, I used to work in the army, but I've kind of retired, per say."
"Really? But you look so young."
He chuckled.
"What? Was it something I said?"
He shook his head, his shoulders shaking.
"No, Doll, you're fine."
You were taken aback, but the name was cute.
"Well, did you have any ideas of what you wanted to do?"
"I'm, no, actually. I was hoping you'd decide for me, if that's not too much."
You smiled.
"Not at all."
•••••
You talked for what seemed like hours. He was actually very sweet, and he kept making you laugh despite yourself. The only thing that caught you off guard was the way he kept staring at you when he thought you weren't looking. He had this intense gaze that sent shivers down your spine.
You had him close his eyes while you snipped and cut away.
"Am I going to be bald?"
"No, I am not going to make you bald." You drew out the last part of your sentence as you snipped and combed the last part of his hair.
"Ready?" He grinned nervously. "Viola." He opened his eyes and you bit your lip in nervous excitement.
"Do you like it?"
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"Do I like it?"
He was breathless for a second.
"I-I love it. Yeah. I love it."
You sighed in relief.
"Great."
He got up and hugged you. It took you by surprise, but his embrace was strangely warm and comforting. You found yourself melting into it.
"Thank you so much, (Y/N). You have no idea how much this means to me."
"Well then, I guess I'll see you in a month or so."
"Actually, would it be possible if I could see you sooner than that?"
"Hair doesn't grow that fast-"
He laughed.
"I meant, could I take you out for a date sometime?"
A blush coated your cheeks.
"Um, yeah, that would be great."
He fished his money out of his pocket and a phone too.
"Here, put your number in and I'll call you."
You did as he said, but denied his payment.
"Why? You took me in after hours. I've at least got to pay you for that."
You kissed his cheek.
"You can pay me with dinner. Next Friday."
He left your shop, practically in a daze.
All in a day's work, I guess.
___________________ A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought. I was trying to go for pre-war Bucky hairstyle, but I couldn't find any pictures of him out of his (drool-worthy) uniform.
