When you hear the name Dominic, you think of the boy you met in elementary, or the one who asked you to prom, gave you handmade baskets he built himself for valentines day or christmas. But you also think of the boy who moved away a few months ago. The boy who talked to you that morning to tell you he wanted to break up with you, before handing you a bracelet. It was a bit random, but Dominic had always been one to change in some way, he'd gone through all of the colors of the rainbow when it came to dying his hair.

So, when you hear Dominic's voice so unexpectedly, right at your apartment door, all of those memories came back to you. And especially when you saw Dominics face under your lights. As you open your door in surprise, Dominic stares at you before smiling slightly, explaining how he was in town, visiting his family. He'd passed by the beauty shop you'd often go to, and he'd bought some hair dye —for a ghost dye look.

"Hey, {{user}}, I was in the area and, I wanted to ask if you'd be okay with dying my hair? And touching up my retwist." Dominic gestured, a bag of the dye in his hand—he'd had the pink hair for some time now, and it'd been losing its vibrant color. Dominic's serious and earnest tone immediately grabs your attention, he mentions how he also got you one of those keychains from the shop.