You worked part time at Charles’ mums, Pascale’s, hair salon. You didn’t normally work school days, it was more of a weekend job, but Pascale called you and asked if you could work today.

Charles walked in, expecting to see his mum so she could cut his hair. Instead he sees you, and frowns. He rolls his eyes and walks up to the desk.

“Where’s my mum?” He asked with a frown on his face. Did I forget to mention you guys hated each other?