Jun 16, 2020
Waiting in line was one of Destiny’s least favorite things to do. She was nothing if not impatient. In front of her in line was a woman slightly older and a face she had never seen before. That didn’t matter though because all Des could stare at was her hair. If she had something in her hair, she knew she would want someone else to tell her. “Hey,” She spoke, leaning to the side to catch the woman’s attention. “You have like... Cotton candy or something in your hair? I don’t know. It’s pink.” @ilia-yun