Mitch grinned at the flirting. "Well, how about we share that title? I don't want to outshine the DJ," Mitch replied. She looked at the girl in the mirror and tried to picture how her hair should look.
"Hmm, I think I've got it," Mitch said. She fished out her hairspray, hairpins, hair brush, and comb. She began working her magic. Braiding, teasing, brushing, and pinning. Mitch moved around the chair to get to different angles of Tris' hair. When she was finished, Tris' hair was finished, up and out of her face, and looks rockin for her job.
Turning the chair around to face the mirror, and holding up a hand mirror in the back, Tris could see just about every angle of her hair. "So, what do you think?"