I caught up with Helena in an hour and a half near the hairdresser's shop. She was standing on the staircase, drinking coffee and chatting friendly with the beautician. When they saw me, both of them smiled and turned in my direction. Helena's fresh and dyed maroon hair was waving in the wind. I looked at it from the distance, then came closer and went around her, still looking at the hair and even comparing it with mine. They were identical. Just what we needed.
"Nice. How much does it cost?" I turned to Mary. She shrugged and pointed at Helena.
"She paid. That's enough," Mary chuckled then threw her cup to the trash bin and headed up to her working place, "See you later!"
"See you!" Helena and I said at the same time then we exchanged looks.
