oh my god what did i write
She kept glancing at him, curiosity bugging her so much she had to ask, “Is your hair naturally pink?”
While there was the possibility of coming off as rude, Lucy felt as though she was justified in asking. This was college after all, and honestly, was anyone’s hair color real anymore?
If it were dyed, she wanted to ask where he’d gotten it done- for future reference, of course.
Her lab partner gave her a weird look- not that she could really blame him, she had kinda asked out of nowhere- before surprising her with a mischievous smirk that pulled at his lips.
“Why?” He laughed, setting down his pencil to drop his hand to his belt, winking suggestively as he jokingly teased, “Trying to see if the curtains match the drapes?”
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