Chapter Seven

By the time she was done cutting the hair on his head, Reg had to admit he looked about a million times better. He would never underestimate the skills of a unisex hairstylist again.

She was an absolute genius. With nimble and efficient swipes of her shears, Gretchen had cut and groomed his unruly locks to perfection. She’d shaved the sides and back all the way to the skin on his scalp. Leaving the top long enough to reach his chin.

He’d never have dared go so short on his own, but he had to admit, he loved it. It revealed the tattoo on the back of his neck, making it look even better in his opinion. His Regular barber, Lou, was old school.

Everyone pretty much got the same fade, but Gretchen here gave him an edge with this style haircut. She’d made him look good in a way that was reminiscent of modern soccer players everywhere. He kinda dug the sport.