On the bus today, I did a stranger's hair. Her and her friend got on, loudly and making a mess of hair ties. She asked me to hold some things, I wasn't doing anything else so I held her things. Eventually I was asked if I could do her hair, and I agreed. It was simple what I was doing, but it felt so special to me. I didn't catch her name or anything, I dont even know if she kept her hair like that or redid it. But for a moment of time her hair was done by someone she doesn't know and someone who doesn't know her