FortuneCraft in Apocalypse

Jobless

He realized soon enough that Gems was a beautiful woman, in the all-American way. When she closed the door and the light fell on her face, he saw her blonde hair. With the light behind her and the dark street, he had not been able to see what color it was earlier. Now that they were inside, he saw that it was an incredible color and it suited her face perfectly. He didn’t remember Elizabeth having such a vibrant color.

“It’s bleached,” Gems said, breaking the spell. “The hair is bleached. I see the way you’re looking at it, like a lost puppy.”

His eyes moved to hers and he saw that her eyes were laughing, almost mocking him. He smiled tentatively, not sure how to reply to her. He imagined that she would have gotten lots of compliments on her hair alone, and that she would have spent a lot of money on it.

“Don’t tell people that your hair is fake!” Elizabeth yelled.

From the direction of the sound, Draven guessed that it was their dining. It should be, considering that this was dinner