When I walked into the cafeteria today and looked at Sonny, something felt different.
I studied her for awhile before I realized what it was.
Her hair.
When I first met her, it was fairly long. It was pretty. I had told her that.
But then she cut it off. A sophisticated cut, about shoulder length. I didn't look bad, nothing could make Sonny look bad, but still, it upset me. I told her that too.
At first she seemed to get a kick out of it, then decided she didn't like my disapproval.
Through the months she had been wearing it up whenever I saw her.
Now her hair was down again, long and flowing.
She sat down at her table with her friends, across the cafeteria from where I should have been. But I sat by her anyway.
Before she noticed my presence, I stroked her hair and wounded it through my fingers.
"Chad, what are you doing?" she giggled, nervously.
"Your hair. It's been awhile since you've worn it down." I did my best to avoid her questioning eyes.
"Yeah." she also looked away. I could see a slight blush creep into her face through the corner of my eye.
"Well, it's gonna have to go." my lips formed a smirk.
"What?" she looked confused, and slightly hurt.
"I can't have competition for best hair in the studio yearbook." I said, but my eyes were saying something different.
She just stared at me for a long time, during which I stared right back.
Finally, she asked, "We have a studio yearbook?"