She took a towel, drying his hair gently before coming around out front, kneeling in front of him and squinting at him. "I think I might make it tight on the sides. That okay?" * * * He pouted.
He raised his eyebrows at her. "Yes, that's fine." *** She was watching him. "I only accept Veronica or nicknames of that."
She nodded, taking out some scissors and wrapping a towel around his shoulders. "Here... let's turn the chair around." * * * He squinted for a long moment. "Ronnie?"
She straightened him out, combing through his hair gently before beginning to trim his hair. * * * He beamed. "Ronnie. Thanks, Veronica."
She worked for about 30 minutes before blowdrying his hair, her fingers gentle. Finally, she set down the dryer, her fingers still running through his hair gently. "I am a genius," she declared smoothly, pulling away to wrap the cord around the dryer. * * * "Afterwards, I think," he decided. "Let's eat."
He looked up at her with a smile. "Done?" *** She nodded, going to the table and looking back at him.
She nodded slowly, her face warm with appreciation. "All done. I did well." She gestured to the mirror. "Take a look." She had made a cut that framed his face well, accentuating his jawline with clean, sharp lines. His hair was almost professionally messy, giving a carefree but handsome look. * * * He followed her, leaning against the table.
He inspected the mirror, looking quite pleased. "This is wonderful. Thank you." *** She rested her head on her hand, eating the food and seeming to be in thought.
She ran her fingers through his hair, looking at them both on the mirror. “Yeah, I think you look acceptable.” *** He looked over at her. “Are you okay?”
She glanced down at him before going over to the cupboard, pulling out a washcloth and dampening it with warm water. “You’re welcome,” she said, leaning against the counter as she wiped away her lipstick gently. *** “You seem lost in thought,” he retorted, squinting at her.
He stood. "I'll just.. head out, then." *** "Because I'm thinking," she told him playfully. "Busy day."
She raised an eyebrow, setting down the cloth and considering him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Audra.” *** “Do you not get turned into stone everyday?”
He gave her a nod, leaving her apartment and eventually the building, stepping out into the street. *** "Only weekends. You have to admit, I make a pretty good damsel in distress."
The street was silent except for two people at the end of the road. One of them, a woman, was walking quickly away from a man who was reaching out, trying to grab her arm. *** “You were excellent.”
He frowned, heading that direction and calling out. "Hey! Is everything alright?" *** She grinned. "Why, thank you."
The man turned and glared at Levanin. “Leave us alone, we’re fine.” *** “Even though you were stone the whole time.”
