“I’m trying to imagine you with hair.”
Jaap shrugs, “Red, sparse and there.” Not much of an answer but Sandro’s a man of few words himself. He understands. He nods and jogs off; smooth black mane glistening under the summer sun. Jaap Stam is human enough to feel a bit green.
He chooses blond every time though; golden blond and tousled
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