“Hold still, you’ve got something in your hair—just let me…” (from inez, but if you have someone else in mind, go for it!)
@sweetsoblivion
Locky hadn't meant to be seen by the people on the tour, he had arrived to the shop with a serene smile on his face, lost in the trivial schedule of carrying in buckets of apples to later turn into baked goods in the shop's kitchen. He was a businessman, a baker, a former soldier, but he wasn't a people person, which is why once the woman approached him he found himself staring in both confusion and admitted annoyance.
At least until she reached up to his hair and pulled out the rather large leaf that had apparently buried itself within a stray curl. Ears pinkening, he drops the bucket near his feet and offers an apologetic grimace. "Sorry. I try not to be such a dick, but I don't usually spend my days chatting with the people here to see my orchard as mean as that sounds. I'm an apple picker at heart, no talking is necessary for that."
Pointing at the leaf between her fingers, his new smile noticeably softens. "Thank you. I wouldn't have heard the end of it from my employees had they'd seen that. Saved me an afternoon of actual hell... Are you enjoying the tour? "
