Promise <约定>

21

Now tell me I'm the only one

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Today,

Is an off day.

I strolled around the street, looking for a good saloon actually.

To either get a hair cut; or dye my hair to another colour.

Its kinda hard to find a saloon when the whole street is filled with people, eating.

Because the chances of seeing a restaurant is a lot higher than a saloon.

It took me some time to find a saloon that I have confident in when I saw it.

I checked both of the price for a hair cut and dying hair.

It cost roughly the same like when I'm in Beijing so I just went in, immediately greeted by a hair stylist.

I mean, I thought she is since she's holding a towel and having the necessary equipment hanging around her waist but turned out that she's not.

She ushered me to take a seat as she said she will be calling for the hair stylist to come over.

I saw that there are many women perming their hair, I supposed.

"Are we seriously meeting everyday?" I heard a guy's voice, followed by a laugh as I pulled my gaze back from those people.

My eyes came contact with the person who are standing behind me that have his reflection reflected on the mirror, "Johnny?!"

I dropped my jaws in surprise as I turned around to look.

Believe me, is him again.

"You are a hair stylist???" I asked and he patted both side of my shoulder lightly and gesture me to look at the mirror, "Are you getting a hair cut or?"

I looked back, never fail to see the scissors and all those things hanging on a small bag around his waist.

No doubt, he is indeed a hair stylist of this saloon.

Soon, my wild imagination started.

"Is this your saloon?" I questioned when that popped up in my mind as I look into his eyes from the mirror, "What makes you think that I can have a saloon on my own?" He laughed, checking out my hair as his fingers caresses it, "So you are getting a hair cut?"

So answer is no?

"Why not?" I said that instead of answering his question.

To be honest, it is possible to have his own saloon.

Seriously, I even have my own online shop, I just never tell though.

"It's not. I'm working as part timer. Like you working in the coffee shop." He shrugged lightly, "Do you want to dye your hair again? The red colour is gone now." He mentioned that and I nodded, "Sure, but I don't know which colour to choose."

What colour would suit me though if it's not red?

"Maybe dark brown? Or blonde?" He suggested, "Oh no, not blonde. I think I'll look weird." I shook my head.

"Brown then." He snapped his fingers as he walked away and came back with a small book in his hand.

He opened up a page and there's many types of brown colour sample hair showing in a page.

Awhh, I never know there are something like that.

"Which brown do you want?" He asked and showed me.