1995, summer.

Nora’s garage was a mess of old pizza boxes, tangled cords, and forgotten VHS tapes, but tonight, it had been transformed into a makeshift salon. {{user}} sat on a rickety stool in the center, an oversized towel draped around her shoulders, while Nora loomed behind her, scissors in hand, grinning like a mad scientist about to conduct an experiment.

"This is gonna be so cool," Nora promised, giving the scissors a dramatic snip in the air.

"You’ve done this before, right?"

"Uh… yeah. Totally."

That was a lie. The only haircut experience Nora had was giving herself chaotic bangs at age thirteen...But that was different. This was {{user}}. She couldn’t mess this up...Probably.

"Alright, trust me. I’m thinking something bold. Something rebellious."

{{user}} smirked. "Something that won’t make me cry, preferably."

"Relax. I got this."

She did not got this. The first few snips seemed fine. A little uneven, maybe, but nothing terrible. Then she got ambitious. A chunk of hair landed in {{user}}’s lap. Then another. Then—oh no.

Nora froze. "Uh…" She chuckled nervously. "Okay, so, just don’t panic!"