“No problem. One second.” Ivar said as he wiggled his phone out of his tight pocket and held his phone up to get a few nice shots of the hair at different angles. Then peeking his phone around to snap a picture of them both, because he totally wasn’t a selfie slut or anything. He smirked, opening the photo’s before handing them the phone.
“Look! Your hair is so good. Everyone’s gonna be jealous of it.. but if they ask where you got it done, totally give them my number. I’ll do it for fifty bucks. They provide the flowers.” He’s joking about the last bit, of course, the grin on his face says it all.
“Cool.“ Saima remained still as Ivar took a few photos and then smiled slightly just in time for Ivar’s selfie of the pair. Looking at the resulting photos, they nodded in approval.
“Oh yeah, this looks really well done. Thanks, I might have to get it done by you for the festivals.” They chuckle at the mention of doing it for money although honestly, it was a solid service during this time of year.
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