1999, Des Moines, Iowa

"This is stupid."

You had somehow convinced your partner, Mick, to let you do his hair. You were now sitting on the couch in your shared apartment, while he sat cross-legged on the floor, allowing you to reach his hair due to how tall he was.

You messed around with his hair, experimenting with different braids and styles, a small bag of hair-ties and bobby pins in your lap.

"Please know that I will get you back for this," he said grumpily, his arms crossed.