You were sitting on the couch in Cherie’s apartment, braiding his hair while he watched one of his soap operas.

“Could you tie it with a bow?” He asked, to which you nodded and continued french-braiding his brown hair.

It was a hot day out, so no doubt he’d move away from you when you finished with this task. But it’ll be nice while it lasted.

A hot day with cherie’s hair in a braid.