Ivana Bennett took the clothes out of Dallas Bennett's hand, "I bet you've never had a girlfriend, or a sister."
It was no small feat for a girl to grow long hair. It had taken her many years to grow her hair to its current length. She didn't want to cut it off, but this guy just handed her a pair of scissors. It was clear that he had no clue how much a girl cared about her hair.
If he had ever had a girlfriend, he would know how important hair was to a girl.
Dallas Bennett slightly furrowed his brow, a twinge of pain in his heart.
"Don't you have a wig?" Ivana asked again.
"No." Dallas Bennett's voice turned colder.
Ivana raised her eyebrows at him, "Where's the bathroom?"
Dallas raised his hand and pointed towards a nearby door.
Carrying the clothes to the bathroom, Ivana opened the door and then turned back to him, "Sorry about earlier. I was just joking. Don't take it to heart. Actually, you, despite being a bit old-fashioned, are...pretty interesting!"
