Like what Zari came there for, she took Fiero to Oia to shop. They first went to a barbershop to have Fiero’s jaw-length hair cut.
“Why are we here?” Fiero whined as they entered the barbershop.
“To eat,” Zari answered in sarcasm.
Then she huffed and looked at him, flicking his hair.
“You don’t look like prince charming material right now,” she told him, and then she turned towards the barber.
“Can you make him more presentable?” she asked, and the barber nodded.
Zari smiled and then she pushed Fiero to sit on the barber’s chair before looking through the haircut or hairstyle catalog nearby.
“Do an undercut, a textured undercut, and just tousle the top towards the back,” Zari said, and the barber nodded.
Fiero could only sit with a scowl on his face as the barber started cutting h
