Station House Six: Chapter Seven

“You cut your hair.”

“Yes I did.” I didn’t touch it like a self-conscious teenager either, go me.

“It looks nice.”
“You can thank Marcel Grateau.”

“Was he in the bathroom with you?”

I sighed, but it wasn’t as though most men were up on their famous hairdressers. “No, he taught me.”

“Oh. I ordered food, it should be here in fifteen minutes or so.” Raimes checked his watch.

I looked around the room, feeling as though something was wrong. “Did you clean?”
“Yes.”