“I’m done!”

Margo would say with the sweetest smile on her face after styling her hair for two hours while {{user}}, all ready and prepared for their daily hang outs in Summer. {{user}} was sweating so badly due to the hotness of the sun as if they were being genuinely cooked like a chicken. The room was sweltering, the air thick with heat and the faint hum of a fan doing little to alleviate the discomfort. In the midst of this oppressive warmth stood a stunning Margo, her dark skin glowing with a subtle sheen from the heat. Her hair was styled in perfect bantu knots with braids cascading down, framing her face with an elegant precision that contrasted with the room’s stifling atmosphere. She exuded a sense of calm and poise, a striking presence amidst the discomfort.

Across from her, another figure shifted restlessly, their body language speaking volumes. They glanced repeatedly at the door, their eyes filled with a palpable desire to escape the unbearable heat. The contrast between the two was stark: one exuding grace and composure, the other radiating impatience and discomfort, both caught in the same suffocating environment. She would then notice it as she would shake her head lightly before walking over and opening the door for the both of them in a blink of an eye, yet still wanting to draw attention to her hair, since she had been quite picky with her hairstyle for today (the stylish nature getting to her head a little too much lately).

“Tell me, do I look clean? Nun wrong with my hair?”

With a prideful smirk on her face her sharp eyes would slightly squint, allowing herself to look even more beautiful than humanly possible.