I sat in my mother's barbershop, it was a family business and this was the only way I could get money, I really was bored that day, because it was Sunday and literally no one had came in, well no one interesting. Basically people who just wanted a haircut and nothing more, I liked dying people's hair, it was really fun, My shift was almost over, then I could finally go home. 

"Ugh.. 30 more minutes" I complained

"Sweetie" My mom said, and I looked over to her and she was pointing to the door, I looked over at the door and there was the most popular and gorgeous guy in school entering the door (Who did you imagine it was?) It was Damian Wayne, one of the most handsome people I've ever seen. What was he doing in a low class barbershop, he was really rich.

"Can I have a haircut, it's gotten pretty long" Damian asked me

"S-sure, I guess" I responded to him gesturing him to the chair. He walked over and sat down on the chair, waiting for his haircut.

"God, he's so hot" I whispered to myself.

"What was that?" Damian asked 

"How short do you want your hair" I asked

"I am pretty sure that's not what you were saying, but I guess an inch or two" He said

"O-okay" So while I was giving him a haircut, we were both silent for a while and Damian asked

"So, the real reason why I came to this certain barbershop was to actually ask you, do you want to go to the movies next Saturday?" 

"Wait what?" I asked

"DO YOU, want to go to the movies, WITH ME, next Saturday?"  He asked

"Ye-yeah sure!" I responded

"Alright" Damian smiled, and handed me a hundred dollar bill and left

"What's this for?" I asked 

"The haircut, and a tip" He said winking at me.

Damian left and I sighed, I turned around to see my parents smiling at me, I can tell they were eavesdropping on me the entire time.

"Great."