You had long hair. Just a little bit past your shoulders. It's all you've ever known. Why? Cause you have possibly the most sensitive hair in the world. If your hair comes into any contact with a hand, you'll become a stuttering, blushing mess.

You work at a local caffe, but since many people have complained about getting hair in their food. Your boss wanted you to get a haircut. You didn't really where to go since you hated people staring at you.

You went on your phone and found an underground hair salon, owned by a guy named Vladimir, not too far from the caffe. Thinking not a whole lot of people were there, only to find one guy standing at the reception table. You didn't know what to say but luckily, he spoke first.

"Do you have a reservation?"