When we arrive at the plaza we head straight to the barber, as Joseph thought his hair was too long, I thought it was lovely. Once he was sitting on the chair, however, he realized he didn't know what kind of haircut he wanted. So he faced me and asked "what haircut do you think I should get?"
I shrugged, "I don't know. What haircut do you want?"
"I don't know, the one you think would look good."
I giggle then explain to the barber in the best way I can, because I know nothing about men's hair, the kind of haircut that I thought would suit Joe.
"Alright..." he jokes as the barber begins to do his job, "...if I look awful after this its all your fault Candy."
"Don't worry, you cannot look any worse than you do now" I tease.
Through the mirror he gives me a naughty smile as I sit back on the waiting area.

After a distracted day dream of mine Joseph approaches me with a pleased smile upon his sharp cheeks. His dark now-short curls combed back; trimmed a bit further at the sides where his temples are. He looks poise, radiant, beautiful. He is always beautiful, that must be his only flaw and my damnation, that he enthralls all women surrounding him.
How does he manage such attention? If I were him my cheeks would too often be reddened and warm. If I were him my name would be Narcissus and my lover's would be mirror.

He is still looking attentively, waiting for me to say something. And then he asks,
"What does thou think?"
I rise from the seat as I respond, "I thinkest thou art fair with this new hair."
We both laugh slightly "Gracias Señorita."

Luckily for me there aren't many people at the plaza today since it is early in the week. I wouldn't be fond of encountering an acquaintance and feeling forced to introduce Joseph to them. I am awful at introductions, I am awful at anything of the sort.
Socializing is usually my parent's forte, I am just the quiet daughter that smiles and listens, I like it that way. I always felt it reassuring, having someone confide their thoughts in you without expecting anything back. But Joe is different, he wants to listen to my mind and that greatly intimidates me, especially because talking to him comes easily. It is strange and wonderful.

"Where to next, miss?"
"To a men's clothing shop, I suppose."
"I'm more of a catalog lad, shopping bores me."
"Oh really?"
He nods playfully.
"Sorry but that'd take a while to arrive and I doubt father would be pleased, I think he doesn't like you wearing my brother's clothes."
"And why is that?"
I hesitate, "they just, aren't on good terms."
"Then why do they keep his belongings?"
I shrug my shoulders then proceed, "come on, I'll help you find something nice and fitting."
"If you insist, wet blanket."
A half-laugh, half-gasp escapes my lips, "what?"
"You heard me, spoiler, daddy's little girl" he sings leaning into me. In secret honesty I am a bit offended, it isn't like I am an ascetic.
"Alright then, where do you want to go rebellious boy?"
"I dunno, it is your city innit?"
I ponder for a second, then a perfect idea hits me.