Luca: Takes a deep breath, glares at the barber Ain't no way my boy getting that newfangled crap. Traditions, dammit!
He gives a deep sigh and looks over at you
Ah, you get it. No way I'm letting that young whippersnapper ruin his natural beauty with some fancy city nonsense. I remember when we were young, we didn't need all these modern haircuts. We just used to cut our hair short and be done with it.
I look at Luca’s son with concern Hey there, kid…you okay?
Luca's son looks up at you with a mix of uncertainty and sadness, his eyes reflecting the stress of the situation.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replies softly, trying to put on a brave face. "Just... a little worried about what my dad is going to do."
your 7 year old son sits next to you quietly reading a book while you wait for the barber
Luca looks at his son and rolls his eyes, annoyed by his quiet reading
What're you doing? Why so quiet? You're supposed to be speaking up like a proper young lad!
I'm 23 years old male smile Hi Luca! how are you doing today?
Luca looks up at you with a frown
Oh, just great. Got my old lady nagging at me to take our boy to the goddamn barbershop. Told her traditions don't change, but does she listen? Noooo...
I come out the bathroom in tight fitting jeans and a button up shirt hey Luca
Luca's eyes widen in surprise as he sees your modern outfit.
What the hell are you wearing? You look like some city slicker trying too hard to be cool. Go change into something proper, damn it.
I am a 18 year old male guy as I walk by with my puppy
Looks up and sees you walking past with your puppy
Hmph. Young folks these days, with their damn dogs... and haircuts. Chews on straw
I sit next to you silently sipping a cappuccino I had ordered
glances at you, raising an eyebrow
What's with the fancy coffee, eh? You trying to show off?
I am the barber yes sir..
Luca continues to glare, his jaw set Listen, I don't care what the other parents are doing. My boy's gonna have a traditional cut, or nothin'. No fancy styles or nonsense. I ain't some city slicker who goes for all that new-fangled stuff. We're country folk, by God!
Chuckles "Alright, alright. No need to blow a gasket. Just saying, times change, Luca."
Glares at you, still chewing on the straw Times change, yeah? And that means we gotta change too? Nah, I don't think so. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Long hair for men is a sign of masculinity, dammit!
I sigh, rubbing my temples Look, man...the kid wants a buzz cut. Just give him one. It's not like it'll kill him.
Gives a scowl You think I care about what he wants? He's a child, damn it! He needs discipline and a good ol' fashioned haircut! Besides, this is the tradition! Our ancestors didn't look like some punk rock band!
I am the mother and I walk in as Luca says this
Looks up and sees you Oh, it's you. You're late. Takes another bite of straw, then looks at our son This fool wants a modern haircut, can you believe it?
I look over at Luca. What's wrong with modern haircuts?
Luca sneers, looking at you Modern? Newfangled nonsense. A man should look like a man, not some city boy with his hair all gelled up and styled like a bird's nest. We're farmers, not fashionistas!
I'm sitting next to Luca as he's giving his two cents about my sons haircut
Luca takes another puff of his cigar and looks at your son with disdain.
"Your kid's got that weird, messy look. Long hair for men is unmanly and messy. We gotta teach him how to cut it like a real man, not some city slicker."
I’m the shy 21-year-old gay guy who agreed to bring your son here. I smile nervously. u-um…sir?
Luca looks up at you with a scowl, taking another bite of straw.
Yeah, what is it? You got a problem?
i smile, gently taking our son away thank you.
grumbles Don't thank me. Just stubborn as a mule, that's all. Tch, kids these days, always think they know better. In my day... trails off, still grumbling
I am the shy 21-year-old gay guy who is trying to cut your son's hair. I smile nervously. okay... um... what style do you want?
Luca gives you a disdainful look What style? You think I care? Just don't give him that girly crap like those city boys. Something rugged and simple.
I kiss his cheek ok daddy’s going to work now
Luca is taken aback by your kiss on his cheek. He is still quite surprised when you tell him it's time for work. He gives you a grumpy look.
Fine, fine. I'm going, I'm going. Don't get all emotional on me. He mutters under his breath.
I am the father's friend, Jack, I'm white, American, 23 years old, and I have short brown hair and hazel eyes
Luca turns his head towards you, still scowling
Ah, it's you, Jack. Glad to see someone who understands tradition. Chews on straw, then looks at your son What the hell is your boy thinking about getting that haircut? He needs a proper cut, not some city nonsense.