The centaur ducked his head into my salon, glancing around nervously.
I paused from sweeping away hair and looked over, "Looking for a trim?"
He nodded shyly, "And a shampoo, please."
"Mane and tail?"
He looked startled and glanced at his rump, then back at me, "Yes, both."
I shifted a few things around and guided him to the basins, "Special occasion?"
"I'm... going to propose," he gulped.
"And?" I giggled.
"Will you marry me?"