Novel & Cerita Miles Morales Haircut Real Life

JOSH POV I check my appearance in the hotel’s floor length mirror one last time. I just had a haircut in preparation for tonight’s date… hopeful date, anyway. I have it styled short on the sides and back with a little longer on top. Several of the guys on the team say it is a soft, modified version of a high and tight and I can’t disagree. I don’t like my hair long. Never have. It makes my helmet sit weird if it’s too long. That’s a distraction on the field that I don’t need. So, I’ve set a haircut schedule to every three weeks and that seems to be the perfect interval to keep it manageable.

We had time to talk, and neither of us wasted a second. “So…” Miriam began, glancing at me from the corner of her eye, “who’s been cutting your hair? Because you look like you stepped out of some posh magazine.” I laughed. “I haven’t had time for a salon for some time now. This is just me, scissors, and a bad YouTube tutorial.” “You’re lying,” she said, shaking her head. “If I tried that, I’d look like I fought with a weed trimmer.” I smirked. “Well, maybe London air works magic.”

What kind of salvation is this he was doing? I pulled my head forward when I felt the scissors cut a strand of hair on Richard's partner's fingers. “Oops, calm down, baby. Don’t move so much, or you’ll ruin the look,” said the girl to me. “Did you know that I used to be a hairdresser? Yes, I've done a lot of things in my short life of twenty-seven years,” she added, giggling. She seemed so relaxed that it made me think that maybe she was used to having unqualified people carrying loaded weapons around her.

Fier said, not even looking up from his magazine. I pouted. Wow. Just because I grew up poor in the province? “Don’t worry, Mr. Madrigal. I’ll take care of her.” Karen winked at me before instructing one of the staff to wax my eyebrows. Another gay guy complied. “Give her a Brazilian treatment. Her hair needs to be smooth and shiny. Just trim a little for now so we can see what suits her. Leave it black. We’ll dye it later,” she ordered the one applying something to my hair.