Rachel Rionna Harper—the daughter of Chelsea and Will Regison—a hard working farmer in Echo Town who day in and day out worked her butt off to restore the ghost town to its former glory. She was a pretty thing and unlike most of the girls who live in the town, she didn't wear makeup. Neither did she dress up in anything more than a long sleeve shirt and a pair of overalls. Everyone thought she didn't care about how she looked, and she didn't. Well, that all changed when he moved into town.

His name was Allen Reeves. A man who could always be found with a confident smirk glued to his lips. None really liked his attitude. They didn't know him like she got know him. When they first met, she immediately thought that she would hate the man. But who would've known that her regular trips to the salon for a haircut could change that?

"Can't get enough me can you?" He said with a devilish look on his face. With his long, slender fingers he pushed his black-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose then led Rachel over to an empty red leather chair.

"Trust me, if there was another salon I'd be gone in a heartbeat." She mumbled while he draped a long piece of cloth over her to cover her lower body to prevent getting hair all over her.

"Ouch, a sweet girl such as you should never say such hurtful words." He pretended to feel hurt. Having a hand placed over his heart and the back of his other hand up against his forehead. For the first time, he heard her giggle. He found her giggle to be cute.

They didn't say anything for a few minutes. She sat there in silence as he worked his magic with a pair of scissors. He would catch her staring at him through the mirror before she would bashfully look away. How could he not find her actions cute? Then he spoke up.

"For someone as cute as you, you're pretty strange." Looking back through the mirror, both of their blue eyes met.

"Is that bad?" He chuckled. She was adorable.

"No not at all." To him it was a nice change of pace considering most girls always followed the same trends of makeup and fashion. It was boring. To him they were all the same. He took a moment to take in her features. She had such pale skin. It made her look so young—not like she wasn't already. Her blue eyes appeared to be so gentle and those long, black eyelashes made her eyes even lovelier. The heavenly soft, golden hair of hers made her seem like an angel. But out of everything, he loved her natural beauty. He loved how she wasn't afraid to not wear makeup. She pulled off beauty the natural way and not many people do that nowadays but instead abuse the power of makeup to get attention, to be noticed, to be accepted.

"Am I done?" Allen snapped out of his thoughts. He had forgotten he stopped working to admire her looks.

"Yes, I have no doubt in my mind you'll be pleased with the result." Back to his cocky self. He removed the cloth and all of the strands of blonde hair fell to the floor before being swept up by Allen.

A/N: I hope to make this into a series. Just about, you know, "trips to the salon." My goal is to build up a story past the child birth event.

If you have any suggestions for one of Rachel's tales, you may see your name in the next chapter or future ones!