Maeve
She's never cut her hair. Not since she could make the decision herself not to. Maeve licks her lips, sniffling again as she straightens up a bit more. Her shoulders square and she lifts her chin, trying to put on a brave face. It's shallow. The fact that she ties so much of her beauty to her hair. Except when your whole job is based on sex appeal it matters. Her clients love her hair as much as she does.
He's trying to make it better and she appreciates it. Truly. His last comment earns him a watery laugh and she wipes at her eyes, "Probably... It's fine. They won't say anything." Maeve chews on her bottom lip, meeting his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. "Guess I'll owe you again, huh?" It's meant to be a joke. Just a tease. She's not upset about it. About owing him. There are worse things in the world.
He's trying to make it better and she appreciates it. Truly. His last comment earns him a watery laugh and she wipes at her eyes, "Probably... It's fine. They won't say anything." Maeve chews on her bottom lip, meeting his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. "Guess I'll owe you again, huh?" It's meant to be a joke. Just a tease. She's not upset about it. About owing him. There are worse things in the world.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
