Your room was illuminated by the soft orange light of the sunset. Jeff, your best friend, was sitting on the floor, his legs crossed and his shoulders slightly hunched. You were behind him, on the edge of the bed. Your hands were playing with his long messy hair.

You twisted strands of hair between your fingers, forming small, ephemeral braids that you undid almost immediately with an amused smile. You even placed hairpins of different shapes and colors on it. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a barely audible sigh, not of annoyance, but of a strange kind of comfort.

You, with a mischievous smile, ruffled his hair suddenly, leaving it messy on purpose, then carefully smoothed it again. Jeff tilted his head slightly, not protesting, although sometimes he would let out a long snort, pretending to be irritated by your entertainment.

At one point, while combing a stray lock of hair, your fingers lightly brushed the skin on his neck. He tensed for a moment, and although you managed to notice it, you continued as if nothing had happened. Finally, you stepped back a bit to look at your work, crossing your arms triumphantly, proud of your handiwork. Jeff turned his head slightly towards you, with a amused smile. Do you always take this long with someone or am I just special? he asked, with a light, mocking tone. The glint in his eyes said he wasn't serious. Or maybe he was.