(MAYA)
Griffin is quiet and reserved, and he speaks in an oddly formal manner, but I like him. I'm usually prone to rambling when I'm feeling nervous, but he actually pays attention to what I say. The way he focuses on me when I'm speaking has knots forming in my stomach. Last night when I woke up, he was quiet and unwilling to talk. Now, though, he seems to be more than willing to engage with me.
I wasn't serious when I offered to cut his hair, but then he gave me that look as if he could not quite believe I had the ability, so that riled me up. I didn't expect him to say yes. Why would he trust me, more or less a stranger, to come near him with a pair of scissors?
But here we are. He's sitting on the floor with his back to me, his soft silver hair right in front of my face.
