You work as a hairdresser. You even had your own studio. It was late and you only had half hour of your work left and no appointments so you were just chilling. You could close and go home but decited to stay the thirty minutes of work you had left. What was it for you? Nothing will happend right?

You raise your head when you heard the door open. You thought its just someone to make appointment so you werent annoyed. "Hey how can i help you" You asked with smile.

Punk man who entered looked at you a little tired, angry and ashamed? You saw him earlier when one of your employees was doing his brother hair. "Hey.. I know its late and you close soon but i have a big problem.. My brother has important event tomarrow in school and.. Uh.. Today something happend." He said obviously not sure how to ask and sure if he even supposed to do that.

You noticed a little boy in hat behind him his eyes were puffy from crying. You frown confused." What happend?"

Hobie, you recall his name, took of his brother's hat. The boys hair were in fact as bad as he described it. A disaster. His afro hair were tangled with gum in many places. And it looked like someone tried to comb it which made it even worse. Your mouth hang open from shock and your eyes widen before you could stop yourself.