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“So do you. Did you do something with your hair?” she asked as she took Finley’s hand. “It looks a little different.”
“Oh, I added more stuff to it tonight.”
“Why?” she asked, giving Finley’s hair a closer look. “It always looks so good when you don’t do anything with it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Molly replied with a smile.
“Well, honestly, I did it by accident. I think the nerves you’re sensing are because this is our second chance at a first date, in my opinion, and I want it to go well. I showered when I got home from work and planned to put only a tiny amount of product in my hair, but I squeezed a bunch instead and wasn’t paying attention. I rubbed it in before I checked the mirror and realized what I’d done.”
“It’s sexy. I won’t lie to you that you with slicked back hair is sexy, but you with your normal sort-of-messy waves is also sexy to me, so I don’t know that I can really judge.”
Finley smiled and asked, “What if I went into your bathroom real quick and washed it out? My hair takes ten minutes to dry. I just didn’t want to be late, so I didn’t have time to do that at home before I drove here.”
“Would that makeyoufeel better?”
Finley nodded.
“Then, let’s do it,” Molly replied. “I’d recommend the kitchen sink because it’s bigger, but I’ll get you a towel and shampoo.”
“This is the weirdest start to a date I’ve ever had.”
Molly swallowed and asked, “Tooweird?”
“Kind of perfect weird,” Finley replied.
Molly nodded and walked briskly into her bathroom, where she found her shampoo and a fresh towel. Back in the kitchen, Finley was standing at the sink, letting the water run until it got hot. Molly watched her as she wrapped the towel around her shoulders. Finley stuck her head under the water to wet her hair and shifted over a bit.
“Little help, Molls,” she said.
Molly opened the shampoo bottle, but instead of putting some in Finley’s outstretched hand that was waiting for it, she squirted a large amount on the back of her head.
“Hey!”
Molly laughed, and Finley moved to catch the soap before it slipped into the sink. She scrubbed her head with it for a minute and rinsed it off before she stood up and wrapped her head in a towel.
“I’m jealous if your hair reallydoesdry in ten minutes,” Molly said while Finley towel-dried it.
“It does. But if we get in the car and the air is on, it’ll only take about seven.”
Finley held out the towel as if she didn’t know what to do with it.
“I’ve got it. Then, we can go.” Molly went into the bedroom, tossed the towel on the floor by her closet, and then asked as she emerged, “Ready?”
“Yes,” Finley replied with a smile and held out her hand again.
“Wait. Can I just do one thing before we go?”
“Um… Sure?” Finley asked more than said.
Molly took a few steps toward her and ruffled Finley’s hair, causing her to laugh, but Finley also leaned forward more to let Molly have her way.
“I’ve always wanted to do that.”
“Mess up my hair?” Finley asked.
“No, run my hands through it. But it’s wet right now, so I thought I’d help it air-dry faster so that I can run my hands through it later.”
