What was going through your mom's head when she hired a man with scissorhands to cut the bushes!?

Here you were, looking out the window of your comfy —yet pretentious— home, looking at the mysterious brunette guy with hands replaced by scissors, looking at how he cut the bushes in extravagant forms, looking at how he made eye contact with you... Wait, eye contact?

The man gave you a slight smile and waved his scissorshand hello at you. "Hey." He mouthed.