"You know this person?" She asked to you.
My heart clenched as my gaze never left your beautiful caramel brown eyes, anxiously waiting for you to reply her question.
My head flooding with nothing other than the images of how I have touched your ski...
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"Does it suit me?"
"Flawlessly."
I replied while applying the dryer on Lisa's freshly dyed hair.
It was the weekend and I was at her dorm. I had to.
Because the girl just wouldn't stop being a crying mess.
She literally mourned over her long hair which was chopped off ruthelessly like a bunch of unwanted bush. But that was untill I took the situation into my hands as I gave her a new hair cut. Nothing much, just simple trimming at the messy ends, turning it into more even, giving it a sleek bob look.
Well, it was not much of a deal for me anyways, for I've always been the so called 'personal' hairstylist of my brother.
So I just gave it a try here too. Though I was unsure. 'Cause I never did it on a girl before.
Luckily, it turned out to be good. Short hair style really suited her.
But I wasn't okay with her decision to take off the pinkness engulfing her hair. I thought she was doing it out of fear. Thus, I didn't want her to go against her will.
But Lisa was too adamant to do it, for the colour pink now reminded her of that sickening incident all over again and again.
And I couldn't say no. Not to that puppy face.
Well, Lisa being Lisa chose a more vibrant shade over pink. And now, she was having second thoughts at the final result.
"Are you sure? 'Cause I think I really do look like a clown now."
She mumbled out, studying herself in the mirror.
"The most prettiest clown ever."
I assured her, finally done with drying her fresh new bright minty-green hair. She looked stunning. Absolutely beautiful.
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