"You know," you peer around your shoulder, a smile dancing on your lips. "If you spend any second longer fixing my hair we're going to be late."
"I'm well aware." Veritas threads through the locks once more, eyes focused yet soft as he takes in the sight. "We can always reschedule."
"Rescheduling dinner because you won't stop playing with my hair? Sounds a bit excessive, don't you think?"
Veritas huffs from behind, though it's more out of humor than frustration. "Nonsense, we've already met with team earlier this week. The added dinner serves no purpose other than wasted time and company-covered meals." He pauses, fingers playing at the end strands before adding, "I'm also merely assessing the condition of your hair, that's all."
"Okay, okay," you roll your eyes, giggling. "And what's the outcome of that assessment?"
"It's healthy, strong, has a nice scent," Veritas leans forward. "And prefers the leftovers in the fridge."
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