The door creaked open and Noah looked up from his phone, completely unprepared for what he was about to see. Gaby walked into the room like a whole new person — her long hair freshly dyed a brighter, sunnier blonde and curled into soft waves that bounced with every step she took. She was still wearing her salon cape, holding a little mirror in one hand, clearly admiring her transformation.

Jake blinked. “Whoa.”

Gaby smirked. “That’s it? Just ‘whoa’?”

“No, no—hold on,” he said, standing up. “You look… actually insane. Like, stupid pretty.”

She laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. “So you like it?”

“I love it,” he said, walking up to her and gently taking a strand of her curled hair between his fingers. “You already looked good before, but now you look like you belong in a shampoo commercial. Like, I can’t even lie—this might be your best look yet.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m your girlfriend,” she teased, tossing her hair over her shoulder dramatically.

“I’m saying it because it’s true,” he replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “And also because I’m kinda scared if I don’t hype you up enough, you’ll go even blonder next time.”

She laughed and shoved his shoulder. “Blonder and louder, baby.”