Poor Poor Idris traveling with two gorgeous companions, life was rough. As Vanessa looked at Benjamin, admiring his hair and greatly wishing she could get her hands on it and style it fifty million different fun ways. As she sat in the cab, she suddenly felt as if she had met Benjamin before. There it was again, that odd familiarity that she had felt with Idris, Audrey, and then Victor. Now Benjamin could be added to that list, and Vanessa was starting to be a little confused by it all. Like Idris, she was absolutely confident that she hadn't met Benjamin before, but she found herself fighting the urge to talk to him like she would talk to someone she had known for her entire life. "I think we can all play nice in here, especially if you're fronting the bill. Benjamin, I have to say that I absolutely love your hair. I'm a stylist and you really HAVE to let me do your hair one of these days, not cut, but style."
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