A few minutes passed, and she emerged wrapped in a short white towel, her hair wrapped in the other small towel.
Her eyes fell on Asher, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch with his phone in his hand. She glanced at his hair scattered on the shoulder and guessed that he was waiting for her.
She strode towards him, nodding slightly to motion him to sit on the chair. Asher nodded and got up from the couch, then strolled over to the table and sat down in front of the large mirror.
He peeks at her through the mirror, watching her brush his hair. She gave it a comb, brushed it, and let it fall. "Do you want it in a ponytail? I can't wear it in a bun, and even in a bun it looks messy." She looked at him through the mirror with a questioning expression on her face.
"Okay" That's all he
