"Ariel?"

Ariel had just finished showering and was dressing up, brushing her hair, when Dylan knocked on her door and requested to see her.

She let him in, and he sat on her bed. She wondered what he was here for.

"I…I like your hair."

Huh?

Ariel looked at him in surprise. Did he like her hair? Where was this coming from? She looked at his face to ensure he was not just making fun of her. He was smiling, and he looked sincere about it.

She blushed.

"Why…Why did you say that?"

"I love the way it's glittering after your shower. It's a nice shade of brown. It also...