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Comfort. Her hair is cut in a long bob that brushes her shoulders when she moves, dark brown catching the faint light from the café window. The ends curve inward, not perfectly, which means she probably didn’t spend an hour fussing in front of a mirror. Her face is bare of makeup, except for a thin shine on her lips. Maybe lip balm? But that's it. Her eyes are dark brown too, but when she tilts her head toward the shelves, the light hits and softens them, making them look a shade lighter. Warm. More open than she probably means them to be.

The one Yvonne had on that afternoon — that was the real stunner. Yvonne had waltzed in earlier, all smiles, showing off her new bling to me. "Pretty, right? Eric got it for me. However, don't get green with envy — I snagged an extra with points, and he'll get you one too." Eric noticed I was not thrilled with the necklace and his forehead wrinkled with concern. "What's the matter? Isn't this your favorite? I haven't given you much over the years, so why aren't you happy when I finally do?"

Today is 9/3/23. I had to tell you this because I can't keep it to myself too much. Today was just too memorable to keep to myself, I can't lie. So, let me break this down as this was the first time I'll mention something like this. You know I was 5'2 wth dark blonde hair and dark brown eyes. People always thought I was a baddie because of my natural blonde hair, but seriously D, I'm way too innocent for my own liking.

She possesses a beauty that leaves me fighting a losing battle against my beast. Her hair— that deep auburn that seems to match every outfit— long, vivid, waves spilling down her back, catching the light like it’s been dipped in sunset. The small white flowers woven into the half-up style only make it worse, like she’s some impossible contrast of flame and innocence. I can’t stop staring at the way those curls brush over her shoulders, over the pale curve of her skin.

I replied, smiling warmly at her. “Good morning, Luna.” The lady amongst the three people piped up. Smiling brightly at me. She looked like the embodiment of happiness. Her blonde hair was tied into a high ponytail, she had a pink and yellow dress on, looking like the unicorn of rainbow puked on her. Her smile was a bright as the sun, almost blinding. She held the aura of a child? Her Strawberry and vanilla scent spiking up immediately. I knew I couldn’t match up to her bright smile but I could try and I did. Totally missing the fact that she called me ‘Luna’

She asked, touching my bleached strands. She was switching conversations, I noticed, so I giggled too and replied, “That would be great! I don't know why these guys insist on seeing me as a blonde,” I said jokingly, and we both laughed. She was stroking my hair, with her thoughts lost in the inevitable as she looked at me.

Her physical features were a study in subtle elegance, creating an impression of quiet strength and kindness. Clara's hair, the color of chestnuts kissed by sunlight, fell in soft waves around her shoulders. The strands glimmered with natural highlights, catching the light as she moved. She often tied her hair back in a loose ponytail, allowing a few tendrils to frame her face delicately.

Aubrey's head rested on Jordan's chest and his fingers were mindlessly playing with the long strands of her hair. "I love your new hair colour, it suits you a lot," Jordan said as he looked down at her. Her hair was dyed into a very light shade of brown that could be mistaken for blonde in the sunlight. "Maria tried convincing me to go all blonde, but I just can't really imagine myself to be a complete blondie, so we compromised." She looked up at him as she talked.

I'm slightly taking aback by the fiery platinum blondie smiling brightly in front of me. "Um.. About what? "i swear this girl just shows up from no where most of the time and starts talking about some pointless stuff, i bet she's referring to her new mack cutex. "My shoes of course! "she grins and flips her gorgeous platinum curls with red highlights. Well, at least i was close.

I’d rather marry a stranger than marry anyone from another family I can’t trust. “Oh right… That’s true…” she says softly. I look at her again. Her hair’s almost white, I didn’t notice just how white it was. “Did you dye your hair?” I ask her. She looks at me startled. She shakes her head. “No, I don’t actually know why my hair’s this light. My mother and father both have dark hair.” She tells me. I nod. “Understood.” My phone rings. Finally. “What?” I answer.