So he really had a bad night... I thought. Then I corrected myself, recalling that "bad" might just be a polite way to put it. As far as I remembered, last night might have actually been a very busy night instead, especially since that Alex guy had appeared right on time.
Uff... for a moment I felt sympathy for you, Xavier... but see? This is what happens when you have a wild nightlife. Tsk tsk tsk...
I finished my work, finally making his hair take its rightful place. "Alright! Now it's fine, Sir. It's not going back up."
"Really?"
"Yes, it was looking like this," I mimicked the shape with my hand, "it looks like it decided to be rebellious today, but now the crisis is solved."
"Yes, it seems like it."
"Alright, I will be going now." I crouched down to retrieve my purse and stow my comb. I stood up far too fast, not realising that he was still holding the open button and leaning forward in a precarious position.
"Oumph!"
