Call me your Master

Run into You

(Layla's P.O.V)

Friday came so slowly i thought i'd go crazy thinking about it. Of course after the night at the club, Sam profusely apologized for not only disappearing on me, but also for Ashley's behavior. When i'd questioned her about how she knew about that, she danced around it like she was afraid to tell me, but i'd dropped the thought knowing she'd never tell me. Ian had been texting me off and on throughout the week. I'd found out he was the co founder of a bourbon brand he had created with a friend of his, and when he wasn't doing that he was tending to a few acres he owned with livestock. He was great company when the days drew longer for me in the office, exing out days til our date. Finally, Friday decided to roll around and i found myself actually excited to get ready for the day. Not that i didn't like my job, i loved it, i just hadn't been on a real date in almost a year. 

The sun that poured through the windows indicated a dress was probably the safest option for the day. Little did he know that i'd taken the day off so i could do some errands and get my hair cut. I threw on a pretty black sundress and sandals, did a bit of makeup and got on the road to my hairdressers. She'd been the one to cut my hair and tried her hardest to get me to let her professionally color my hair, but with the price difference i couldn't justify it. Maybe it was best for my hair but it sure was best for my wallet with how often i changed the color.

As I slid into the salon and checked in, a text pinged through. 

Ian: Good morning, hope your day is going well. Still on for 6 tonight?

I smiled as my friend called me back to her chair. 

Layla: Good morning. Yes, 6 is perfect.

I slid the phone back into my purse and took a seat.

"It's been awhile Layla, you're hair's gotten so long!"

"I know, i'm going to say something a little crazy, but I'd love it if you could actually take most of it off."

Her eyes were both surprised and giddy at the idea. "How short are we thinking?"

"Collar bone length?"

She clapped in excitement and set to work, washing and cutting it the length i'd asked. My head felt lighter and lighter with each snip of her scissors, and i felt my resolve start wavering slightly. I knew most of the hair she had chopped was my colored hair. When i'd dyed it blue, i'd gone for having the upper part go a darker brown while everything below my shoulder's was colored. It had been so long since i'd ever seen myself with barely more than an inch of color on the bottom, I wasn't sure how to feel. 

"Alright love, what do you think?"

She spun me around and my heart dropped. I looked so much different, but I loved it. She had layered it, and even though there was only a small bit of color to accent the ends, it didn't look weird or out of place. 

"I love it!"

I found myself running my hands through my hair almost the whole way back home, still feeling giddy about my decision. I'd sent a selfie to Sam, who absolutely flipped her lid with happiness for me. I was lucky she was busy with work or I knew i'd have lost my hearing with her calling and screaming in excitement over the phone.

The clock in my house stared back at me when I got home. 3 pm. I had to waste 3 hours somehow, i'd watched everything on Netflix when I got home months ago and rearranged the furniture multiple times. I found myself going upstairs and trying to fold laundry, but found myself mostly just playing music and dancing without getting anything actually folded.