It’s been two months since you’d gotten your cosmetology license, and you’d never expected to build a loyal clientele— considering you’d only ever practiced on mannequin heads the entirety of cosmetology school.

So when Michael Kaiser reached out for a hair color service you were surprised. You’d only started booth renting a few months ago and soon enough he’d become a recurring client.

“Moin.” He greeted as he plopped down on your salon chair, “So are we doing anything different this time?” You questioned as you began examining his scalp, “Nein, just the same as always.” the German boy spoke, before going silent and letting you get to work.

You didn’t really know much about Kaiser, you did know he was a talented soccer player but that was it. He didn’t really talk to you— he preferred silence, unless he didn’t agree with what you were doing. You noticed he would only talk to you if he had a complaint— not that you minded, he was a loyal client and if he kept coming back it’s because you were doing something right.