Tim rolled his brown eyes while Rose played with his hair. She was sitting on the couch and he was on the floor beside her legs. He was pretending to be annoyed, but secretly…he loved it when she touched him. She was singing along to Regina Spektor’s Samson, while she combed his hair with her slender fingers. He was surprised at how much she actually sounded like the singer.  

“You are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first,” Rose sang.

Rose’s voice was sweet, melodic, almost haunting. She hummed the rest of the lyrics and focused her attention on Tim’s long locks.

“I feel like braiding your hair,” she said.

“Would I make a pretty girl?” Tim joked.

“Ha! Your mother would finally get the daughter she always wanted,” Rose said.

“Ha, ha, ha. You’re so funny,” he said dryly.

She was fascinated over the fact that his jet black hair was halfway down his back. They always made jokes over the fact that if he were a bad guy in a kung fu movie he could use his hair as a weapon.

Rose was having a small get together with several close friends. They were playing board games, listening to music and telling each other dirty jokes. No matter where she was, Rose’s laugh could be heard several rooms away.  It was loud, but it didn’t matter whether the joke was funny or not, everyone around her would start to giggle because of her.

“Your glasses are dirty,” Rose pulled his wire rimmed glasses from his face and cleaned them using a corner of her red t-shirt.

“Thanks,” he said.

He hated to admit the fact that he was as blind as a bat without them.

Rose inspected his eyeglasses, satisfied with her handy work she placed them back on his face.

“There. Much better,” she whispered.

            Tim smiled, he was happy to see that the grey spot in his eye was gone.