Andre P.O.V
I had just finished cutting my hair and the cover cloth had been removed, the barber had finished cleaning me up to rid me of bits and pieces of hair on my skin.
I still sat transfixed on the chair, horrified by the bright red stain on my collar. Had he seen it?, did he even notice what he had done?, I looked wide eyed at my reflection in the mirror as if by some magical means, I could spirit the stain away.
I locked my eyes on Carlos through the mirror, he was occupied with folding the cover cloths and had not noticed that I wasn't prolonging my occupation of his seat because of how comfy his chair was.
In a couple of minutes however, he was done and looked at me. I could see him looking at me in the mirror but he hadn't bothered yet to find out what had caught my attentio
