It was the evening, The sky getting darker as time passed, Arthur had you sitting on a crate, His mirror faced you so you could see yourself.

Arthur picked up his scissors, You had told him exactly what hairstyle you wanted and Arthur was going to do his absolute best.

He soon began to snip hair off, and after about 30 mins he was done. “All done, Looks good on ya.” He said, brushing the hair off of your shirt.

“You like it?” He asked you, making sure you were okay with it.