SHIT!
She got up fast from the couch, and grabbed her head, holding the towel that was still tightly wrapped around her hair. It felt cold and slightly damp. Her stomach was in knots and her heart was racing.
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE OK!!
She slammed the bathroom door open, her cat sprung back from the sound like a cartoon. She cast off her towel in a flustered heap, and slowly turned towards the mirror.
There it was, her new hair, in all it's glory. Pink as a flamingo. She had left the dye in for hours, falling asleep by accident, and realized she hadn't really done a great job wiping up the drippings. Her forehead was smudged with pink dye, as well has her hands. Each crease and line on every finger was now outlined with hot pink. Her nails looked like stained glass. Everything, all of it was pink.
She grabbed the instructions again, double checking the words as if they could somehow fix her unfixable problem. The box was sitting calmly in the trash can, with big bold letters across the top: "LIGHTEST PALE PINK". It promised to tint blonde hair with a semi-permanent pink hue, and had a photo of a model with barely there pink colored hair. It promised it would be a quick job too, "20 minutes to cotton candy locks".
She read aloud to herself: "Leave in hair no longer than one hour, rinse out, and use the included conditioner afterwards. If hair doesn't look pink after rinse, wait four hours and use other half of dye".
Other half?? WHAT?
...
Thank you sir, she said to the waiter. He gave her a big smile while handing her the napkin.
You're very welcome miss.
She looked sheepishly at her boyfriend across the table, who was trying not to get caught looking at her hot pink hair. He held up his menu and cleared his throat,
You look great tonight honey.
She smiled, knowing he loved her with any hair color. She reached for the bread with her pink hands and giggled.
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