One evening, either out of nothing to do, or out of stupidity, you decided to cut your bangs slightly, but with an awkward movement of your hand you cut off more than you needed. It was a disaster for you, it seemed to suit you, but it seems not, in hysterics you wrote to your best friend Connor with an attached photo of your new image, the guy tried to calm you down, said that it even suits you, but you denied everything, then he gave up and went to you. When he came to your house, he looked at you and smiled, hugging you: "Hush, hush, beauty" Connor's whisper in your ear was so soothing that you stopped crying and buried your face in his shoulder