The thought of entering women's hair salon was intimidating at best, but since he was a man who took on any challenge, he took a deep breath and opened the door.
Every eye in the place focused on him. Smiling, he said, "Hello. Do you have a stylist here with short red hair? She cut my hair some time back though I can't remember her name."
A blond woman rushed up to him and he realized that it was the woman that had been with the red-head the first time she came to his room. He didn't think she recognized him though.
"Gem is in the back right now, but I can take you in ten minutes," she said, breathless as she stared up at him.
"I'm sorry but I'd really like to stick with Gem, if you don't mind."
Though disappointed, she nodded and pointed to a styling chair. "Please, have a seat and I'll get her."
"Thank you," he said and walked over to the chair and fitting his large body in it. Silence still reigned and he waved his hand so that the customers and stylists would forget he was there.
He didn't wait long. Gem herself came out, wearing black-rimmed glasses that didn't suit her. She rushed up and began taking his hair out of the ponytail.
"Hello, sir. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. How would you like your hair cut today?" she asked then pulled his hair forward looking at him in the mirror. When she gasped as recognition dawned on her, he grabbed her wrist and transported with her out of the shop.
Seconds later, they reappeared, standing knee-deep in a food Dumpster. He pulled a banana peel off his shoulder and helped her remove spaghetti noodles from her hair while she stared up at him, speechless, and trembling.
Then, for the first time in his adult life, he started laughing.
His hand still held her wrist captive, but when she heard him laugh she relaxed slightly. His smile lit up his face, taking away all tension and stress. His laughter flowed over her like warm honey.
"I'm sorry. I usually fly alone. I'm not so good at navigating," she said offering him a bright smile.
"This is the funniest thing that's ever happened to me," he said picking another noodle out of her hair.
"It happens to me all the time." She shrugged.
"Do you mind if we get out of the Dumpster now?" he asked wrinkling his nose.
"I can try." Uncertain of her skills she gnawed on her lower lip while she tried to figure out a spell to use.
"Why don't we just do it the old fashioned way?" he suggested adding, "As long as you promise to stay long enough to talk to me?"
Studying his expression, she must have found something to trust in him because she nodded.
Brax jumped out then reached up and lifted her down.