36 Bitter memories (2/2)

-Can you let down your hair?- Voice of Shen surprised me again. The request in it made it even more interesting.

-Hm? If you need me to..then..,- My hair was one of those few things I could say I loved about myself. Dad always used to praise my long hairlines and even stepped in a few times when mom wanted me to get rid off them.

I slowly removed the band and wobbled my head sideways as driven by compulsion. It would be wrong if I said that I couldn't find the moment rather peaceful. But the response from him was nothing sort of stuff I could expect.

-Alluring...these..might've fetched applauds from men who were supposedly after the body of women they had slept with.

-...,- I couldn't think of a way to response.

-Ms. Selina Johnson? Am I bringing up memories now?

-...They did...fetch. Listen..I, I am heading out for a while,- I rushed towards the main doors from the balcony. My sentences were coming out blurry, unfinished. Before I forgot the traces of tears on my eyes had reminded me to get my scarf.

-Wow. Just gonna leave me here now?

-...

-So then, where to? Big guy isn't home. I know, it's going to be some other random dude tonight or..dudes.