The one who loves the sea

'I've always been such a mess at combing my hair, that's why she...she?'

A black-haired girl with violet locks surged like a flash through her head, carrying several memories with her. 

[Always with your "surprise me, surprise me". One of these days I'll leave you bald and then you'll be seriously surprised!] exclaimed vigorously the girl in her memories.

Her face was shadowed and could not be seen clearly, but the objects in her hands and the black apron she wore were clearly visible.

The image of Aris reflected in the mirror and the young woman from her memories overlapped for a moment before disappearing and leaving only the little caretaker in the reflection.

The turquoise-haired woman bit her lips as if she was holding something back. 

Aris, with scissors and a comb in each hand, trembled nervously thinking that the lady was not pleased with her work.