She giggled as she thought about it, blinking awkwardly as he stared expressionlessly into her eyes through the mirror.
"Is it tied into a bun? Or would it be comfortable for you to fall off?" She raised her eyebrows and asked, waiting for his answer. However, he didn't say anything, just glanced at her lazily, as if telling her that she could think whatever she wanted.
She shrugged, ran a comb through her hair, and tied it into a bun. She smiled at him and took a breath. "It's over." She winked at him and gave him a thumbs up, but he just glanced at her leisurely.
She shook her head, helped him to the sofa and sat down. She put down a stool in front of him and sat down, then grabbed the salad plate and held some to her lips with a fork. "Normal, you need it," she said, when she saw him
