Because Of You.

“Oh, I’m sorry, but the restaurant is booked out this morning for a private luncheon.” The hostess stops me as I walk inside the La Farfalla restaurant.

I smile brightly at her, “You have really cool hair. I love the deep purple on the auburn,” I tilt my head to the side as she smiles and runs her fingers through her hair, genuinely taken aback by my compliment.

“Is that your natural hair?” I ask her, trying to lighten the mood so she will see that I pose no real threat and grant me access.

“Yeah… the ah… the hairstylist around the corner wanted to experiment with my hair and in return, I only paid 50% for her service.” Her words leave her lips in a rush.

In a blubbering mess filled with excitement to talk about herself like it’s something she doesn’t normally get to do.

“Well, it looks great and it suits you. I wish I could pull it off, but not many of us are lucky like you.” I reply with a friendly smile on my face, meaning every word I’ve said.

She also has lovely skin in the sha