"My hair is layered now," I smile. "I'm so fucking cute."
"I know," he says, "it looks much better."
I stare at him.
"Did you just almost give me a compliment, sir?"
"What? No of course not," as he looks around.
"You did! You like my hair! Aha I win."
"Fuck."
Today was just a cute day.
What the fuck is up with these mints?