My partner looked at me and whispered:
“Be gentle.” π
I immediately slowed down.
They smiled.
I thought I understood the assignment.
Then they said:
“Not like that!”
I froze.
They pointed at their hair.
“I just got it done.”
I stepped back slowly.
Apparently, the romantic mood
had been completely created
by my own imagination.
And the only thing in danger was their hairstyle. π
