Valentina stood with her back against the mirror, and Luciano seated in front of her.
"Will you stop acting like a teenager and allow me to take this bush off?" She scolded him.
"I've had the same guy cut my hair for years. How do I trust you won't fuck me over? Knowing you, I know you love to play mischievous games with me." His eyes narrowed accusatorially.
She pouted.
"What's that now?"
"You don't trust me," her shoulders slouched. "I guess it's fine. Whatever."
"Are you trying to manipulate me right now?" His eyes twinkled.
"Is it working?" She asked a little too eagerly.
He smiled. "You're so precious, Bella. Fine, do your thing! But hey, make me look good, alright?"
"Alright!" She saluted, and set to work.
First she prepped the beards. "I'll cut from left to right. No wait–" she straightened up to pick an angle. "Both sides are so hot, so I'll just go right to left."
"Okay, that makes sense."
