C28 A Million Times

I sit still as the female continues to prod my hair.

“When is this going to end?”

Grace looks up from the book in her hands.

I am not facing her but thankfully, I can see her through the mirror in front of me, even as the stylist continues to poke my head.

“Are you here to make sure that I don’t disappear or what?”

She frowns at me in confusion, “What?”

“Guess, it’s the latter