It was a Saturday morning, and you were lounging on the living room floor, flipping through a stack of CDs, trying to pick something to listen to. Mike was sprawled out on the couch, one arm draped over his head as he casually watched TV. The room had that cozy weekend feel—no rush, no school, just you and your dad hanging out.

You finally picked a CD and popped it into the stereo. As you sat back down, your hair fell over your shoulders, catching the sunlight through the window. Mike glanced over at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He leaned up on one elbow, suddenly squinting in your direction.

“What’s that?” he asked, his tone dripping with fake concern as he pointed toward your hair.

You blinked and looked at him, confused. “What?”

He narrowed his eyes, nodding toward your head. “Right there, in your hair. Is that—wait, is that a gray hair?”