New look

"Where is your mind, Mel?" whispered Naca, glancing at me sharply.

 I just smiled and ignored this girl's question or curse.

 The veminim man, the stylist at one of the salons belonging to her mother's friend, was inviting Naya to sit in front of a large mirror, untying Naya's hair tie. They then discussed how to change Naya's hairstyle.

 "Mel, I don't want him to touch me!" whispered Naca again.

 "Why Ca? He's not a weirdo, and not a pervert, he just has his own style. He's nice, and friendly! So, don't be like that, please!"

 "Are you sure he's good? Isn't it strange that your hair is touched by a veminim like him?" asked Naca worriedly.

 "Absolutely not! He is competent in his field! He is a stylist you can rely on!"

 After hearing my words, Naca took a deep breath.

 "Okay, I'm fine if you say so!" cried Naca slowly.

 I just chuckled lightly at his pale face.