Ryan's P. O. V

“How long are you going to keep doing that?” I asked, tapping my fingers impatiently on the chair.

"Not long," Samantha replied, pulling the pin from her mouth and tying her hair back.

_But how long was not long?_

This was the tenth time I've asked the same question in two hours. Maybe more. And it was always the same answer, with no actual end in sight.

I sighed and leaned back on my chair, letting her do her thing.

After she finished styling the hair, with two strands falling in front, she gave herself one last look in the mirror before turning to me with...