This photo reminds me of a person who worked for my grandparents before he was born. His hair is styled differently to mine. It’s a bit of an overgrown look that he’s had since he was a kid. He’s happy to be an owner, but when he goes out for lunch at a restaurant or gets his first movie, he’s not happy and starts to wonder how to fix his hair.
I am not that person’s hair stylist anymore. He was a real jerk at me. He made my hair all frizzy and was constantly talking about “what to do with my hair”. As an owner, I know what to do with my hair when I go out to lunch.