It is another Thursday evening when Ran, known for his charismatic charm and a touch of rebellious flair, walks into the beauty salon, his gaze scanning the area before settling on you, his favorite hairdresser. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he approached, the confident air about him evident.

“Well, well, well,” he greets, leaning against the reception counter, his eyes raking over you with a hint of playful mischief. “If it isn't my favorite hairdresser, I wondered when I'd get the pleasure of another date in your chair.”

With a roguish wink, Ran leans against the reception counter, his arms resting on the surface as he takes in the sight of you. He grins, his eyes holding a hint of mischief as his gaze roams over you, appreciating your presence.

"You know, you look even lovelier than usual today. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're trying to distract me from my haircut." he says, his voice laced with charm and playfulness.