Page 18 of Halo: Tales Of A Hitman

We got to one of the shampoo bowls and Halo sat down.

“Is Story your real name?”

“It is. My mother is a dreamer and fantasy indulger.” I joked and we both laughed.

I unwrapped his turban and even though I knew he had long hair. I was not expecting it to be so full, beautiful, shiny, and deep black. It looked healthy and when I touched it, it was extremely soft.

“You have some beautiful hair Halo.” I admitted to him then I went to put his turban on my workstation. I grabbed the shampoo, conditioner, protein treatment cream, and aloe vera plant that I was going to put on his hair.

“Thanks. I’m impressed that you know what I use in my hair.”

“I have long hair to! Plus, I looked at your history that’s saved on the tablets we use. It’s time for your treatments you get. I know how to do them so stop doubting.”

Halo lay back as I turned the water on, when I evaluated it, I started wetting his hair.

“I’ll chill if you don’t fuck up. Why I ain’t never seen you in here before?”

“I lived in Arizona and moved here three weeks ago.” I lathered his hair and started massaging the soap into his scalp.

“Oh shit, Regan did tell me her immediate fam was in Arizona.”

“Yup that’s where we grew up and were raised. We have a lot of family here in Michigan too.”

“That’s what’s up. You came here by yourself?”

I rinsed the shampoo out and the water gave his hair an extra sleek look. It was so fascinating to me. Then I grabbed the avocado conditioner and put a lot of it in his hair. My fingers worked their way through his scalp and his ends. His eyes closed and Halo looked relaxed and fine as ever.

“Nope, my best friend came with me.” I answered as my fingers went under his hair to the back of his neck. I could feel his small curls forming from the water and products.

“That’s dope. Do that again.”

“Do what?” I asked him.

“What’chu just did in the back of my hair.”

I repeated what I did, his eyes closed again. This time his bottom lip went in his mouth, and it aroused me.

“Damn that shit feels good.” He confessed with his eyes still closed.

Ooo Lord this man! My mind was screaming repeatedly about him. It was time to do his aloe vera treatment. I grabbed a knife to cut the plant open. Instantly, the gel started falling on his head. I turned the steamer on as I massaged the plant’s gel all over his scalp and ends.

We continued talking and I told him how I got into doing hair. There were some laughs we shared when I talked about my childhood and memories.

After I had his hair cleaned and cleansed. I sectioned it, added some Boom conditioner, stuffed it in a plastic cap, and put him under the dryer for twenty minutes.

“What kind of braids do you want?” I asked him.

Halo took his phone out then went to a video of his style he just had. They were braided to his scalp then turned into individuals. I was pleased to show him how I could do exactly what Regan did. I took his cap off, then started taking down his jumbo twist and blow drying it.

His hair was luxurious, shiny, and very healthy, it grew as I blow dried. When I was done it was time to section it and begin. We chatted for a few then he took his phone out, put one ear bud in his ear, and went to watch a movie.

I was surprised to see him play the movie, My Best Friend’s Wedding. That was a movie I had on my list to watch and here he was watching it. Halo does not look like the kind of guy to watch rom com movies at all. I know most would think What the hell is the look but for those who get does.

He just did not fit the aesthetic, but I guess I shouldn’t judge. Two and a half hours passed, and I was pitting mousse on top of his head. Then I handed him my oval shaped hand mirror so he could see.

I held my breath while he examined. Those unique color eyes looked at me as he held the mirror. He had a half smile on his face and then spoke.

“You hooked me the fuck up boo. I clocked you wrong.” His smile grew as he handed me in the mirror.