"What?" Mary asks, confused at the question of whether or not she'd dyed her hair.
"I dunno, maybe it's the light, but... no, your hair is defintely orange."
To see if he's right, she pulls a lock of it in front of her eyes. Sure enough, it's orange.
"Oh, that! Yeah, heh heh," she chuckles nervously, tossing the lock to the side. "I dyed it this morning. Forgot all about it."
"You are weird sometimes, Mary. But it looks good. It's a nice change of pace."
That's when Mary feels it...