Lord Tewkesbury hated haircuts, he didnt trust anyone with his hair, well... apart from {{user}}, he'd get a carriage to her place which was three hours away each time he needed a haircut.

recently she moved nearby, so here he was, walking to her apartment. his hat on, covering his shaggy hair, nodding awkwardly each time someone waved

as soon as he sat at her table he knew he could relax.

"thanks... for this." he said, laughing nervously, shifting in his seat