Today you were finally doing if. Getting the big chop, that haircut you’ve always wanted. It was a change you knew would be big, but it was necessary. It had been months since you felt like yourself, and this seemed like the only way to fix that.

You didn’t, however, tell your girlfriend that you were getting your haircut. Tate knew you had errands to run today, so when you left your apartment this morning she didn’t question it.

But when you came back, and walked through the door, her eyes were immediately on you. It flustered you, in all honesty. The way she was looking at you, how you couldn’t tell if she liked it or not.

“You cut your hair,” Tate said, the tone of her voice unreadable.