It wasn’t a surprise to you how many times Alex had dyed his hair over the years. From vibrant reds to deep blues, he seemed to treat his hair like a canvas, always eager to try something new. But now—bleaching his hair? That was a whole new level of audacity. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of him. He was full of surprises, always keeping you on your toes with his ever-changing look.

As you stood behind him, your hands gloved and ready, the room was filled with the scent of bleach and anticipation. Alex sat in front of you, his expression a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The bright lights illuminated his features, casting playful shadows that danced across his face. You carefully mixed the bleaching solution, feeling the weight of the moment. This was not just another hair transformation; it was a leap into uncharted territory for him, a bold statement that only he could make.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, half-teasing, half-concerned.

He flashed you a grin over his shoulder, the kind that always managed to make your heart race. “Of course! What’s life without a little risk?”

With a shrug, he settled into the chair, trusting you to guide him through this transformative experience. You couldn’t help but admire his adventurous spirit. As you began to apply the bleach to his hair, the initial silence was filled with the sound of your brushes swishing through the strands. You stole glances at him in the mirror, watching as his usually vibrant eyes sparkled with excitement and mischief.

“This is going to be epic,” he declared, breaking the silence, his voice laced with enthusiasm.