"You won't," David promised, a smile on his face and excitement in his eyes. Oh, he had an idea here. A way to make Bart stand out. And David? He wanted at least one of them to feel noticed. So he took his friend's hand and smiled at him.

"We're going to do this. People are going to look at you. Come here," he says, pulling them toward a beauty booth first. "Are you okay with me messing with your hair some? My vision, it requires me to braid your hair. Complexly.