Please Remember Me

When we get into my room, she told me to sit on the bed while she prepare the equipment for a haircut. She put a chair in the middle of the room and laying down a lot of newspaper around it.

"Here, take a sit on this chair."

As I sit down, she put a piece of cloth around my neck. She does seems like a professional for a moment there.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure your hair turned out to be a fabulous one."

"Those words just now make me worry the most."

*****

"There! Finished."

She give me a mirror to make me see her works. And I'm absolutely stunned.

"What... It's actually looks good. Where did you learn this stuff?"

"Actually my father used to opened up a barbershop in the city. That's when I decided to help him by learning to do it by myself."

"Well, I can believe that."

"And now for your clothes..." She rummage the bag that she bought at the mall. She pick up a red polo shirt from it.

"Wait... isn't that shirt cost tons of money? How could I wear something like that?" I said that because I usually wore shirts that you may see at the grand sale, or at the cheap store.

"Don't worry! It's just my gift to you for our first date. At least for me..." That last sentence sound a little sad.

"Okay... Okay..."

I put the shirt on and look at myself in the mirror. It doesn't look bad. Not bad at all. I thought to myself. Maybe it's a nice thing to wear these types of clothes sometimes.

"You look ridiculous."

"What?" I surprised the said that. Didn't I look good? Maybe I'm too self conscious about myself.

"Yes, you are."

What? How could she read my mind? Maybe she never told me she has a mind reading superpowers. Maybe she got it from the accident.

"No I don't. You just saying your thought out loud. Of course I can hear it."

Damn it! I didn't even realised that. Wait, maybe she know that I had dirty fantasies about her. Oh no... What should I do?

"I'll pretend I never heard of it."