Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Alright."

Roseanne gave her neck a little twist, followed by a shake of her head. Surprisingly, the hair clip held fast, not showing any signs of giving up its grip.

"Hey! Your boyfriend's got quite the knack for this, seems even better than mine!" The cheerful vendor complimented.

Owen just smirked.

Roseanne tried to clarify, "He's not my-"

But the vendor didn't let her finish-

"In our hometown, a man brushing a woman's hair symbolizes growing old together, hearts forever entwined. Sadly, these days, men can be such couch potatoes. Not even a simple brush through your hair, too much to ask for them. But your boyfriend here is quite something," the vendor gave Owen a nod of approval, "learns fast and has the patience, willing to get his hands dirty."

Roseanne wanted to explain, "He's not "

The vendor cut her off, "Sweetie, you got yourself a keeper. Good men are hard to find these days."

Roseanne was defeated. Why won't anyone let her finish?

As they walked on, Owen suddenly asked, "Got it down?" "...What?"

"Doing up hair."

Roseanne was speechless.

How could she have learned without watching?

Owen: "Want me to go over it again?"

Roseanne quickly

not like her hair required meticulous styling. A simple clip would

"You doubt my skills?"

a wry smile:

Owen was speechless.

if it's going to end up a

shouldn't

the street until they finally caught

hair clip..."

immer's hairdo, her eyes

Sweene

immediately drawn to the

pretty good, seems sturdy too. Where'd you buy

pointed back towards the small stand they

gave her another look: "Did you do

Roseanne: "..."

been good at doing your hair, no matter how much

"..." Mom, please stop.

lady selling the clips

hummed in agreement, eager to

silent throughout, standing by with a barely-there

followed his gaze, looking left

Nothing there!

his

just now,

for a moment, "I just thought

Norris nudged