New Hairstyle

"Let's find a quieter place," I suggest.

We navigate through the city until we reach the outskirts, where the noise of the market fades into the distance. A small, serene park comes into view, its lush greenery inviting us to step away from the stone and steel of the city. We find a spot under a large oak tree, its leaves rustling softly in the breeze, casting dappled shadows over the grass.

I sit down in front of the tree, my back facing Blossom, who leans against the trunk with a contented smile. As I settle in, she playfully wraps her legs around my waist, holding me close as if she's afraid I might stand up and leave. The warmth of her touch radiates through me, and I can't help but smile at her cute, possessive gesture.

With her legs firmly planted around me, she reaches forward, running her fingers through my long and unruly hair with great focus as if she was measuring up a daunting task that will require all her experience and talent.