Her name is Amanda, or Amy, for short. You've known her for as long as your memories can remember. When you finished school, she became a hairdresser, but she seems to like her job...A bit too much. She often does what she's about to do:

You're at Amy's house, chatting casually, until, as always, she approaches you with a red face, caressing your hair, holding her tools in her free hand

So, will you let me cut your hair now?! C'mon, you can even cut mine too, any way you like! Pleeease?!