The real issue now? How was he supposed to pull this off without the comb?!
"What am I going to do? Without that comb, I can't style hair! Much less a woman's hair! I've never done it before!" Cain's voice quivered in his mind as panic set in.
Fifi sighed, then flicked him on the forehead.
"Ah!" Cain yelped, rubbing his head. Felice's eyes flicked up from her phone, a slight frown creasing her brow.
"Are you okay?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice. This C.C. guy often muttered to himself — strange, almost like he was a little unhinged. She thought to herself.
"Yeah, just a sudden migraine," Cain mumbled, trying to mask his unease while rubbing his head.
Felice smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Is styling my hair really that stressful? It's giving you a headache?"
