I was trying to get Michael to notice me throughout my presentation, but he didn’t even look up more than once. It was getting frustrating to deal with his nonchalance. I decided to do something drastic. As soon as I got home, I called my salon to book an appointment.
“Hello, Christie’s Cuts.”
‘Hi Christie, it’s me, Yemi.”
“Oh hi Yemi, how are you? You need to do your hair?”
“Yes please. Have you got a slot available for tomorrow evening?”
“Let me see; is six pm okay for you?”
“Yes, that is perfect. See you then!”
The next day I arrived for my appointment and Christie was ready.
“So, your usual perm and trim?”
“No.” I smiled. “My office Christmas party is coming up. I need to shed my ‘boring accountant’ image so I would like to colour my hair, please.”
And get Michael’s attention. I added in my mind.
“At last, something different! I know a colour that would suit you perfectly.”
She got to work, mixing some potions in a bowl. When the concoction was ready, she applied it carefully to my hair and covered it with a cap.
We sat chatting for twenty minutes while the chemicals got to work, and then she said it was time to rinse my hair.
I closed my eyes and visualised the surprise on Michael’s face when he saw me with a new look. I was smiling to myself when I heard Christie’s sharp intake of breath and then she gasped “Oh no!”
I opened my eyes and stared at the mirror in horror. My hair was a mess of bright orange curls!
Tolulope Popoola is a writer, blogger and lover of arts and literature. She recently quit her career in Accounting to become a full-time writer. She blogs at http://writingmystories.blogspot.com, and is the creator of the online fiction series, ‘In My Dreams It Was Simpler’. She also writes short stories, poems and magazine articles, and is currently working on a novel.