It was that time again—it was time for your retwist. Unfortunately, your usual loctician was overbooked. You couldn't secure an appointment and were forced to look elsewhere. Through your friends and social media, you managed to find someone to give you a retwist. "Choso"—an interesting name. However, you had to be thankful he squeezed you in on short notice. That should've been nearly impossible, but you got lucky.

You entered Choso's studio apartment and were met by the smell of vanilla and hair products. He was cleaning off his chair from his last client, spraying it down with Clorox. He was quick to sit you down, tilting your head back into the sink for a wash.

"Would you like to style your locks today? Or just a wash and retwist?" Choso asked quietly. Considering how soft his voice was, he wasn't much of a talker. His hands were gentle against your scalp, itching your scalp with soapy fingers. It was therapeutic, really.