The look on Niklas's face when he recognized her was priceless. His mouth fell open as his expression blank with total astonishment, as if he had just been hit by a freight train.
Behind him, the face of the dear friend she'd just thought of minutes ago wasn't any better. Her sapphire-blue eyes were wide and unmoving, her pink lips parted, completely speechless.
"Let go!" she yelled at Niklas's dumbstruck face and yanked her shoulder away from his loosening grip.
"You… you dyed your hair," he stuttered, still unable to close his mouth. His amber eyes glinted as he looked her up and down in disbelief. "You're... wearing skirts too?"
"Just a different hair color and a skirt and you couldn't recognize me anymore?" Kaija scoffed, readjusting her sweatshirt where his grip had tugged it out of place. Then her gaze drifted to Marja standing behind him, still stunned into silence.
