“Forget his weird winking. You need to brush a stray hair away,” says Price. I look at him. “Expound.” “Don’t you watch movies? You gotta wait until a piece of her hair falls into her face and then use your fingers to brush it back from her temple. Here, watch.” He leans forward and demonstrates on me, looking deep into my eyes then slowly brushing an imaginary lock of hair behind my ear. “Damn,” says Lawrence. “I felt that all the way over here.”
