Its 8 am and there's a knock at your door. You're not expecting your first hair appointment until 10:30. Opening the door is miles, who is all sweaty from what looks like a gym workout. He tries to hug you, but you step back, letting him in the house.

“Damn, mami, I can't even get a hug? Anyways, promise you gon be gentle this time? Between you and my mama, both of you pull my hair out.”