Maxwell's Musebox

Kicking her legs in the community pool, Kristen brushed some stray hair back - the summer was way too hot to have that sticking to her forehead - and a thought crossed her mind. Not for the first time, she remembered: Riz had really nice hair. Everyone knew it after spring break. Shouldn't he be doing something with his hair other than stuffing it under a hat?

Look, she wasn't about forcing a way of life on anyone, but would she really be forcing anything on her friend? No way! He could just say no thanks! But really, with those pretty curls, Riz probably only had them hidden away all the time because he didn't know what to do with his hairstyle, right? As someone with more hair than she ever knew what to do with, Kristen could relate! And what's more, she could help!

In theory, anyway... But c'mon, how badly could she mess it up? Well, why wait and wonder when she could just find out? Kristen grinned before she plunged entirely into the water, swimming across to pop up on the other side where Riz was sitting by the pool with a notepad, because of course he was.

"Hey, hey Riz, I've got an idea!"