How is your hair doing when humidity is high, Maria?
"What's it look like?"
Maria sighed, motioning to her head. She had, by the grace of the gods, wrangled her hair into a French twist, and had been corralling flyaways all day. "The only reason I could save it is because of my impeccable style! If I were a regular Jane Doe, I'd look like roadkill. If it were up to me, I'd have humid days off. I'd have sick days and humid days, both paid."












