***James***
I look at myself in the mirror of the little bathroom. I start to work some wax through my loose curls. Up until recently I used to quite dislike the progressively messy nature of my hair, generally keeping it as short as reasonably possible; but I now enjoyed how much Serena loved it.
It actually did suit me heaps more when a little longer, particularly since one of the curly haired lads on staff timidly offered to show me how to style it properly a few days before Christmas. That had made a huge difference.
Now there is something else I am tentatively considering to change; I am having a debate about whether or not to shave, having not done so for three days now.
Facial hair was not something I needed to worry about until fairly recently. Whatever was going on with me in
