"That sounds fun, you should volunteer yourself to that some time," she replied, only halfway teasing. If not for the ladies that worked at the clinic, she doubted her hair would have changed beyond the combed-straight-back-with-a-headband hairstyle that her dad mastered and stuck to all these years. She didn't mind, though keeping hair behind her ears made them stick out like an elephant.
It also had the unfortunate effect of drawing attention the fact that when she blushed, it seemed to start at the back of her neck to the tips of her ears. When she finally glanced at Tommy and realized his face had turned a magnificent shade of red, she broke eye contact as she turned her head. She reached up to pull off her headband, then combed her hair forward to cover the flush rising to her ears. "Cool, weekends are best," Saya said as nonchalantly as she could muster, even though the blush had by then spread to her cheeks.
Her grin returned once she gained his cooperation, though she oddly felt it would've been awkward to take a seat next to him. She took a seat instead at the piano. Saya took a breath, squared her shoulders back before beginning to sing, her voice echoing against the choir room walls. "The sweetest sounds I'll ever hear, are still inside my head. The kindest words I'll ever know, are waiting to be said..."