Surprisingly, the outing or the supposed-to-be date had an expected turn of events. Duncan started calling her ginger head, as a tribute to her messy ginger color hair that he was the only one who could see it, the only person she knew.
"Ginger head! What a pleasant surprise!" he stared at her with an unwavering and intense gaze. "I thought you were boring but it turned out I was wrong. Your ginger head is going all around, travelling miles and playing with the wind repeatedly, it's a sight to behold," he had his arms in a crossing position but one of his hands was on his cheek.
Her hands flew all over her head fixing her messy hair. It was embarrassing. After all the effort she spent on fixing her hair earlier, it just had to go all over the place once a little breeze flew by. The point for her, her hair had to stay fixed to one place and it wasn't obeying. It had one work and it completely screwed it over.
