"Just try to refrain from shaving people, Kay?" The head of the 'Freaky Barber's institute calls out, waving Fred goodbye as he leaves. He waits at the bus stop, holding his briefcase, a smile on his face as he whistles.

You walkover, standing a good ways away from him, doing something on your phone. Fred instantly becomes enamoured, eyes widening at your hair. It was...well, hair, but very nice hair.

He smiles. "Why, hello. Taking the same bus?" He asks, smiling. What a weirdo.