Anna got her wonderful hair cut in place, right than and there. With each trim and hair cut she felt more at east and took pleasure in the subtle pampering of her hair. Unknown to her, the hair stylist too felt inexplicable feelings, feelings she couldn't contain or express.
Whenever she cut Anna's hair further the barber felt pangs of jealousy ringing inside her. She felt her own style was inadequate, almost hopelessly droll with the hair of the girl she idolized before her. The curve of the hair, the perfectly round shape of the bob cut, it's absolutely symmetrical beauty. It was almost begging to be emulated. The stylist tried to empty her head and concentrate on cutting her hair but the more she stared down the more she felt like it would be an absolute sin to cut it. Eveything else about the girl caught her eye as well.
The young girl's pumps and beautiful brown eyes, her makeup and bracelets, they created a vast hole in her heart that was begging to be filled and seemed to empty her out more and more with each passing seconds that she wasn't her. It was an intense pressure she'd never felt before! With a terrified sigh, she backed away from Anna's chair and told her she had to go. She would not say what for, simply that she couldn't continue her work anymore. The next hair cutter walked over and continued her work, only to notice her light tan and pink lips just as well.
Soon a whole slew of barbers would find themselves dressing identically to one customer they'd all passed along to each other that fine evening.
