“But how will I know if my hair likes it?” “You can return it if it’s not for you,” I offer, but I can still see the hesitation on her face. “What’s your name?” “Destiny,” she says, the braces blinking in her mouth again. “But most people call me Des.” “Well, Des, how about I test it on you right now?” Her posture changes, her eyes brighten. “You’d do that?” “I would,” I say. Des sits in a chair near the sink at the back of the shop and tells me about school and a girl she used to have a crush on.
