Futures Lost to Time: Colourful Mishap

Carolina's cursing and swearing was what brought York to the bathroom door. When she turned to look at him she glared, daring him, just daring him to say something.

His one good eye looked her up and down, a hint of concern in it as he checked to be sure she was alright. As his gaze landed on her head she saw his eye widen, and his hand reach up to his mouth to stop a poorly concealed chuckle.

"Don't you dare say whatever it is you're thinking," Carolina threatened, her eyes narrowing further.

"Your uh," York cleared his throat with a noise that sounded suspiciously like another strangled chuckle. "Your hair looks nice."

With an angry cry Carolina hurled the box of hair dye into the nearby garbage can. "York, don't make fun of me," she growled, crossing her arms angrily over her chest.

"No, I mean it," York said, walking towards her, arms out, still trying to suppress a grin. "It uh, makes you look young and hip."

"That's what I was trying to do, but look at it!" She fumed, embarrassed to feel the prick of frustrated tears building in her eyes. She protested as York wrapped his arms around her, but in the end relented, keeping her arms crossed stubbornly in front of her.

"I wanted to get rid of my grey hairs," she admitted to his chest.

York laughed again, this time not trying to hide it. She pulled back, smacking him on the chest. "Stop laughing at me."

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," York replied, grinning down at her. "It's just, you're worried about grey hairs, and I love them."

"You like grey hairs?" Carolina asked.
York nodded, "Grey hairs, wrinkles, I think they're all great," he said, reaching a hand up and tracing the thin crease in her brow that Carolina had noticed was now visible even when she wasn't frowning.

"They mean I'm getting to grow old with you," he said softly.

He was an infuriating, romantic, dork but whenever he said something like that Carolina couldn't stay mad at York. She wrapped her arms around him in return, resting her head against his shoulder.

As he pulled her closer York added, "And I really don't think it looks that bad."

"York, my hair is pink."