As she kept reading, her hair slowly began to fall forward.
Without even thinking, I reached out and gently gathered it in my hands, holding it up for her.
The moment I did, I heard her let out a tiny squeak.
Still holding my phone with both hands, she looked up at me in complete surprise.
In the circumstances, I couldn’t help but laugh.
And before long, Mirella started laughing with me.
“Well… this is definitely new to me.” She smiled warmly. “Okay, I think you should probably wash your hands in a couple of seconds.”
Letting go of my phone by one hand she reached beneath the hem of her shirt, she pulled out a black hair clip she’d tucked there.
As she gathered her turquoise hair back up using my hands carefully, my hands naturally lifted away, allowing her to secure it in place.
