Isabella: who is it? Nicolas
I took a deep breath and tried to clear my mind of everything as I kept my back to the door, refusing to see his reaction when he saw that I was hairless.
Isabella: Come on in, I replied, afraid and ashamed to look him in the eye, but I felt his hands touching me affectionately around my waist, and I couldn't ignore him from then on.
Nicolas: Isa?
Isabella: hi, I replied crestfallen
Nicolas: Did you shave your hair?
Isabella: yes, what do you think? I asked slowly and awkwardly
Nicolas: do you want to know what I think? I think you are still wonderful
Isabella: aren't you saying this just to please me? I'm feeling hideous
Nicolas: of course not, my love, you are beautiful in every way, with hair, no hair. I still think you are the most outstanding woman in the world, you silly
Isabella: really?
Nicolas: I've never been so serious
Isabella: you're so good you don't look real
Nicolas: oh, but I am. for real, he said, and we smiled