How Zazie Beetz likes the "Undone" look of her hair

"Hellooo," gently coos Zazie Beetz that sounds like casting spells. I wish I could say that she was alone in a hideaway cafe in the West Village before me, or that at the trendy Himalayan salt-rock caves in Manhattan, we were on our way to a life-change meditative encounter. I'm planting myself in my apartment in Harlem and walking laps all over my room when hearing Beetz on the opposite end of the line, her unknown location. Des....