MILAN
Who said I can’t?
CAT
(Reaching forward to touch Milan’s hair)
I like the short braids. It’s veryLiving Single.
MILAN
(Grinning childishly, swinging her head)
They’re cute, right?!
CAT
I’m thinking about getting color.
MILAN
GIRLALALA, don’t tempt me, ’cause I’ll turn you into an Ice Spice carrottop in a heartbeat. Wait—
MILAN goes to rummage through the cupboard under her sink, returning with an armful of box dyes, toners, bleach, falling on the table, an avalanche of junk.
My mom gave me a bunch of shit from her salon
CAT
(Picking up a glossy purple box, a smiling Black woman with honey-blond hair on it)
MILAN
Blond would be brat. You wanna go full? Or just money pieces?
CAT
I was thinking more like Bey’s highlights.
MILAN
It’s wild you think I’m a real hairdresser, like, there’s no world in which you’re leaving my apartment with Bey highlights. Be serious. You MIGHT leave here a likkle bald baddie if I get this bleach wrong though.
MILAN and CAT laugh together.
CAT
I hated not being able to talk to you. It felt like forever.
MILAN
Ew, I know. I was stalking you on IG but you never post anything new. Also, you need to take down that picture of us in front of the cafeteria junior year. I look like a complete mess.
(Gesturing at the hair products scattered on the table)
You wanna do this now?
CAT
