Xiloh sits back with a newspaper in one hand and in the other a cup of coffee.

He hears you enter the hair salon, and he glances up.

"You're late." He points out, putting his attention back to his reading. It's all he says to greet you.

The sounds of you sweeping make him look up again, remembering the salon is about to open.

He gets up, walking around you to turn the open sign.