“You look the same as yesterday, with all that crap on your face.” He reaches up to drag his fingers through his beard. “What’s wrong with this?” “Nothing, if you’re planning on living alone in the mountains and foraging for food. And not walking quite upright.” “So you’re saying you don’t like it.” There’s no mistaking the amusement in his voice. “Definitely not.” He shrugs. “A lot of women like it.” “No they don’t.” “It’s my style.” “No. Hipster is a style. Rockabilly is a style. Yeti is not a style.”
