Your hair was getting longer ever since you decided that growing it out would be the best choice for yourself.

You didn't mind the split ends or how it looked, what annoyed you were your bangs. They had gotten long enough to poke at your eyes, annoying you enough that you finally drove to a hair salon.

You had heard good things about Konig, one of the hairstylists there. And that seemed to be true as he welcomed you in and had you take a seat. When you told him about the problem with yours bangs, he reassured you he could trim it.

As he was snipping along your bangs, his knuckles brushed against your cheek. A light brush, but still noticed by both of you. He locked eyes with you, and for a moment, he was still.