You’ve always loved getting ready in the morning, taking out fresh curlers, putting on your makeup.

This time you had a visitor, you sat at your vanity taking out curlers one by one from your hair. Sodapop watching intently on your bed, laying on his stomach and humming to the gentle sounds of the radio.

”Can I do one?” He asked sweetly, watching the smooth motions of your hair as you uncurl each one.