In the hairdresser's shop there was a pleasant smell of some shampoos, quiet music played from the receiver in the corner, and the whole arrangement inside pleasantly surprised with a much more decent view than the scraped walls and the climbing sign outside.
Alya lived on the other side of the city, was not in the local hairdressers Vasya, and went to the nearest, hoping for good luck. Before the army was six months away, I wanted to finally make a fashionable haircut, use the charms of the last time a citizen before he was shaved among hundreds of other recruits. He didn't want to part with his native hair, but he had to, so now he's decided to show off. Moreover, the evening was planned to hike with Alya to a friendly party.
And everything was fine at first... Especially the hairdresser! To Vasya's pleasant surprise, she was a very young girl, very pretty ... She smiled embarrassed when he intercepted her look, laughed at his jokes, when he decided to flirt a little - just a little bit, he has Alya! - And in general, he just liked it. He admired her slender figure in the mirror in front of him, couldn't help but look at the neckline of her blouse when she bent down a little bit, engaged in his bangs, and to some extent worried about her close presence ... It seems that he heard the smell of her perfume. And how he enjoyed it when she was washing his head!
- Do you like to cut your hair more brunettes or blondes? - He asked, smiling, hoping to hear something about the dark-colored hair.
- Mm-hmm... blond hair is softer because it's thinner," she said, smiling back.
So, she's not going to admit that she understood his question? Vasya was surprised, because he saw her embarrassment perfectly, and was inspired to invent another tricky question. I really wanted her to say something that would give away that she liked him. Well, because he likes it, he sees it!
He was so fond of the process of flirting, so relaxed from the extremely pleasant touch of her fingers to the head and so looked at all the outstanding parts of her figure in the mirror, that ... forgot that you should look at yourself. Of course, he's irresistible, but what hasn't he seen there? In the morning it seemed that nothing should change on his face.
He did not notice that the girl was frowning and seemed to be dissatisfied with something, and her sudden nervous state and more impetuous movements were blamed on her nerves... by the emotions caused by them, Vasey. She liked him and now she is nervous.
He thought it over to say this when she suddenly walked one meter away, looked at him with a strangely confused face... confused and frightened. Here Vasya was already scared and looked in the mirror at himself.
- This... what?
One side of his hair was cut very short, much shorter than he explained at first. On the other side, we had the right length, but there were pieces of it sticking out in different directions. The person, who is supposed to have some "creative" mess, was cut almost exactly... In Vasin's childhood it was called "under the pot". Only here the pot was "put on" a little bit...
- I'll... I'll fix it... I'm sorry...
The girl pulled her hairbrush and scissors back to him and Vasya's first impulse was to pull back, but he held back. Of course, she did things, but now let him fix it, not to go to him like that!...
- I'm sorry... I don't know how it happened...
She spoke in such a miserable voice and was so upset that Vasya's tongue did not turn to scold her. It was a shame that he had to say goodbye to the fashion haircut he wanted, but how could he patiently wait for something more acceptable to happen?
I didn't want to flirt anymore.
The girl was flirting around him, cutting back and forth, and she could see how hard she was trying. He was now watching his own reflection, not hers, and he was becoming increasingly aware that... nothing decent would ever appear on his head. And where do they get them only? Have you graduated from hairdressing courses only? Did she even finish them?!...
She also looked at the result of her work and was becoming more and more unhappy. Trying to bring the left side to the same length as the right one led to the fact that then the right side had to be adjusted to the left one. As a result, the length of the hair decreased and decreased, and there was no decent result to be even on all sides. What was happening on the back of the head, Vasya was already afraid to imagine.
to be continued...