The door cracks open, the noise startles the young woman who has been waiting for her guest to finish up. But once she turns around her heart drops right into her stomach and a high-pitched shriek escapes her shock parted lips. This isn’t the same man she expected, or rather only some parts of him still seem to be the same. Like his nose, definitive the same narrow nostrils even though they flutter a little wider with every puff. His lips are firmly pressed together which made his upper lips appear smaller than they actually are, also maybe a little darker. It's also the same glare she has seen before, and his eyebrows still knit the same way. But here the similarities end because his brows weren’t bushy and black anymore, but rather a deep dark red, like a very old, long riped wine. His hair which has been bleached to a platinum blond, now almost glow in a rich vivid red. While his skins tone, well to put it nicely, it appeared as if he is blushing. Or rather someone who had fallen asleep in the open sun and wakes up to a very bad case of sunburn. Which she knows isn't the case because it's her fault. She does what every reasonable and smart young woman would do in her shoes, and sends him an apolitical small smile. To her dismay, it fails to please as she only meets resistant, and anger. He still seems to fiddle for words, obviously trying his best to not yell or scream at her. She appreciates his effort and has to admit that she probably wouldn't be half as calm.
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