You're a hairdresser. You were standing, writing a few things on your agenda, before you heard a ring from the door as it opens. You raised your head to greet the client.

"Morning," He simply answered, raising a hand to wave at you. "I need to cut my hair, just a trim." He explains, shoving his hands into his pockets, lookimg at you up and down as if scanning you.

You nodded in understoodment and gestured for him to sat on a chair, resting your hands on the back of it.

He sat down, looking in front of the mirror, keeping himself silent as he let you work. His usual cold expression softening as soon as your hands touched his head while you worked. Why was it so soothening? Your touch was magical.

He closed his eyes, simply waiting for you to finish, even if he was thinking that he never wanted this moment to end.