Noel sat stiffly on the cushioned chair placed in the middle of Elena's room, unsure whether to be nervous about the haircut or the fact that someone was holding a pair of scissors dangerously close to his head.
"You're sure you've done this before?" he asked, eyeing the small silver scissors in Elena's hand with suspicion.
"Yes, one time, to be honest," she said brightly, brushing a lock of his blond hair between her fingers. "But how hard can it be?"
"Comforting," he muttered, casting a brief glance toward the door as if planning an escape.
Elena giggled softly behind him, already parting sections of his hair. "Just don't move too much. I don't want to slice your ear off by accident."
"Great. I look like a wolf and now I might end up deaf too."
"Stop being dramatic. You're not that hairy. Yet."
He rolled his eyes but obeyed, letting her fingers guide his head gently into place. The first snip echoed lightly in the quiet room.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
