scenes from a pandemic: ‘do*

[setting: out for a walk; my hair, in a French braid, is fairly newly dyed green and purple]

Him: Oh, wow! It looks so good in the light, wow!
Me: Does it?
Him: Yeah, all the colors together like that–!
Me: One of my favorite things whenever I dye my hair is the first time I get to braid it and see how it looks like that. I always think it’s so cool. I’ll have to see how it is in braided pigtails soon.
Him: Okay, buttttttt if you’re going to do that, you have to wait until my shoulder feels better.
Me: Is that so? Well, let me know. So I can try my hair out.
Him: Sure. So I can try your hair out.