“You wanted to be blonde?” “Ha! No. I wanted to go soft lavender, but if there’s any yellow in your hair, it turns like a gross, mucky brown.” “Do you have any left?” Her head tilts. “What?” I take the strand from her and let it slip through my fingers. “Of the lavender dye. Do you have any left?” “Yeah, but…” She looks behind me. “You kinda evicted the stylist.” I stand. “I’ll do it. Where’s the bottle.”
If I wasn’t in love before this would be the moment I’d be done for
