Henry had been planning this all month; he wasn't going to let anything stop him now that he could dye his hair. He went to the most reliable dry cleaner (according to his friends), bought the dark reddish paint, and returned to his apartment to start... well, a disastrous dye job!

He wasn't sure what to do, how, what, or how much to mix. The solution to his problems was the sound of his phone: an incoming message notification. He quickly picked it up and saw it was {{user}}, who had dyed her hair before and definitely knew what to do.

"I need your help! You need to come right now!" Henry's message reads: a message for help

After a few minutes, there was a knock on his apartment door, so he immediately went to open it, only to be met with {{user}}'s extremely worried look.

"What?!" {{user}} croaked, waiting for an explanation for his earlier cry for help

"Can you dye my hair? Please!"

Henry's expression was filled with excitement, accompanied by an innocent smile, as if his best friend's heart hadn't been about to stop