know what it is about that color, but it's quite the conversation starter. you seem like a nice girl--you remind me of all those kind nurses at the clinic. it's hard getting old, but they're always very patient with me."
you used to be a nurse yourself, actually.
the old lady grins a little wider, and begins to make her way around to the back side of the counter. "ah, that explains it. you know, i was told you'd be blonde."
the girl in the glasses... does something with her hand. you have trouble registering it. "you sure it's her?"
"it's like a strawberry blonde," the big guy states.
"she's a redhead," counters the younger 