The Perv
Ethan crouched on his couch with Eve and fiddled with her cute recent haircut.
"You couldn't get Reginald to concede he lied?"
"I'm afraid not," Eve mumbled.
Her shoulders faded. "Leo is staying for a while, aspiring to scrape him down."
"That's surprisingly decent of him." He spanned.
"I have a little good news. I was apt to rebook our photography class date. We can commence this week."
"Oh, by the way, I speculated of another profession that might be fun. It's not something we can utilize on a date, though."
"Really? What is it?"
"Hairstylist. I talked to the instructor at the school where I got my hair cut, and she asserted training was less than a year and the job possibilities in urban areas look good."
"It might be fun for you, but I can't see these big meaty hands of mine working something that requires that much dexterity."