He cut his hair.
It's too short now.
He didn't take it the way I meant it.
He misunderstood me.
I wanted to help him.
But here we are in the dinner table in a fancy restaurant.
I'm eating while feeling his stern gaze on me.
I feel guilty.
I just wanted to help him. Not to make him sad about his hair.
But he looked happy when I said yes to dinner.
Did he mean it?
I don't really know.
I made him sad and he's happy with just a dinner with me.
I don't know. I just don't know.
And at this moment, I'm finding the peas in my plate interesting.
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