I laughed as I met him and kissed him on the cheek. He was still in amazement as he touched my hair.
"I thought you'll just get a hair cut, I did not know you'd color your hair?", I placed my back on the table and opened a can of soda.
"The hair stylist recommended changing it, I did not on the first step, but he, I mean she, looked good at it, so I just gave it a shot", he just nodded with a smile and smelled my hair but moved his hair away making my laugh.
"Why are you smelling it? You knew I just came from the salon", he was staring at the sky coughing and I was laughing when I realized he loathed the smell much. I'd bet for a 1000 bucks he was cursing the smell of my hair and the salon.
"I did not think about it. I've thought even if I you get to a salon, I'd still smell your shamp
