I felt a couple of hairs being tugged. Upon turning my head to confirm who was behind me, I made sure to spread a smile across my face. My hair is different than hers: glossy, fine, and straight. Joviette, my Swahili TA, giggled in admittance that it was her fascination I had felt.
I faced forward again and lifted my ponytail so it was resting on the top of my seat and available. "Very interesting," she said in a small voice as she let her fingers glide over my head and run through my pony.
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