Beth had offended him hadn’t she? The blonde simply tipped her head at the curly haired boy when he mentioned his hair was germ free…riiiiiiiight, like that made sense? Did he purell his hair? Wouldn’t that be bad for it? Like…damaging chemicals bad for it…or just crisping. Was it crispy?

She almost debated reaching her hand out and poking a curl to test her theory but she didn’t. Instead, she just shrugged her shoulder. ”okay curls,” because clearly curly was offended and touching upset things was bound to make things worse.

Beth just turned her head to look at the hazel eyed boy and laughed, ”hey…I was curious because I saw it happen to my nan once – she had curly hair like yours but…it might have been that smelly chemical curling thing old ladies do?” she couldn’t remember the name her fathers’ mum had called it – either way it wasn’t permanent the curls always faded into disarray within months. ”and once…but I was flying at the time so I think it more…just died on me?” she answered honestly.