"Oh, yeah, sure," he said.
EJ walked toward the room where he had his hair cut before. There was a mirror behind the front desk, and EJ glanced at his reflection as he walked back. Two weeks had seemed like forever in some ways, but his haircut still looked fresh, and he felt like it was slightly pushing it to come back for another one so soon.
He really didn't care.
What he did care about was what he was going to say to her. He was going to tell her that…
And there she was now.
She met him in the doorway just as he was about to turn the corner into her area. They were close enough to almost bump into each other, and she put her hand up to brace herself. EJ reached out and touched the top of her arm. He let his hand drop just as soon as he touched her, but a shockwave hit him at the feel of her skin. He cleared his throat.
"Hello."
"Hello," they both said at the same time. "Hi," she added, taking a step back. "Let's go ahead and go over to the chair."
Someone was at the other station, but she had the blow dryer going.
EJ took a seat in her chair, and Savannah regarded him from behind, looking at him through their reflections in the mirror. She was close to him, standing at his back, but looking at her in the mirror made her seem further away. He scanned her appearance, thinking about how beautiful she was.
"I was going to take you over to the shampoo bowl and get started, but I figured we'd sit for a second and talk about your hair." He broke contact with her in the mirror long enough to turn and face her over his shoulder. She saw what he was doing and she swiveled his chair. They were now eye to eye. They were only a couple of feet away, and his heart reacted to her. She was sweet and gorgeous,and he wanted to stand up, toss her over his shoulder, and claim her like some sort of Neanderthal. She had her hair styled half-up with the top part in a ponytail right on top of her head. Her hair was wavy and styled like a pro. It shouldn't surprise him that she would have a nice hairdo, but he stared at the whole package, thinking she was just so adorable. He adored her.
This was the same girl who would smile at him mischievously and triple-dog dare him to do something stupid. Of course, he would do it.
Look at her.
He would still do anything for her.
He wished she would triple dog dare him to do something right then.
"Yeah, my hair was great like it was," he said. "I was wanting to talk to you about something that's not hair, anyway, and I was wondering if now's a good time, or if you want to wait until we're cutting my hair."
"Oh, I do have someone coming in right after you, but I definitely have a minute if you want to tell me something now before we get started. Is it about the bowl?"
EJ stared into her dark eyes, feeling like he was staring into his own eyes. There was no mistaking those eyes. They knew each other.
"Uh, no, well, I, I just… I think I should say straight away that I think we met one summer when I was twelve and had a broken foot."
It was like an outer shell crumbled from around her. Her shoulders slumped, and she broke into a gigantic smile.
"Oh my gosh, EJ? What the heck, you big goober? I knew it was you! Who isEdward Paul? I thought your last name was Hanson or something like that. Hensen? Dillon?"
"It's De-Decker."
"Yes! That's it! I can't believe you're him! Pontiac? I knew it! I told Bree the other day that you looked just like… wait, why do you call yourself Edward Paul? Is that what you go by now?" She spoke with great excitement and interest, but she was being quiet enough that the blow-drying lady didn't pay them any attention.
EJ hardly knew what to say to her. She was just beautiful, and she was so excited and sweet. EJ knew he had to answer her question, but it was difficult to even think straight with how she was smiling at him.
"No, I just didn't know what it would be like seeing you," he said.
"You knew it was me?"
"Yes, and I use that name sometimes anyway, so it came naturally to me. It's my real first and middle name."
"Edward Paul?" she asked, her face turning a little confused.
"Yes."
"Edward Paul Decker?" she said, still confused.
