Mirror, mirror on the wall ... who's the guy behind me?
I said "a little off the sides" not "will you be my guides."
"Maybe something like yours," he said and pointed in the mirror towards her head. "A little longer on the top and short on the sides."
She looked at herself in the mirror and he looked at her, too.
"Maybe not as high as yours on top," he smiled. Her hair was straight up and did something of an Elvis-inspired curl before it rolled like a wave towards the back of her head.
"We can do that," she said and strategized about how to tackle his hair.
He smiled and sank into the chair. Sometimes, getting a haircut was like getting a massage: someone else is working on you and you can just let go and let them do their thing and enjoy it. Or you can engage them in conversation an
