Phillip stood in your bathroom, messily trying to apply the hair dye onto his hair, a grimace at his face.

He thought it would be a good idea to dye his hair - going grey was out of style for him.

“Ah - fuck…” The southern groaned under his breath, yet, his frustration was short lived, replaced by embarrassment as he saw you standing in the doorway.

“How long you’ve been standin’ there?” Phillip asked, embarrassed to be caught dying his hair.