Shane had been doing your hair for awhile now, you came for touch ups every few weeks. Last week, Shane had seen you out at ‘The Planet’ at night. You hadn’t noticed her, but she’d been mesmerized by the sight of you on the dance floor.

Today, you were her last client before her shift ended. She felt a nervousness she wasn’t used to, her breath catching in her throat as Shane watched you walk into the salon.

Shane did her best to keep her composure, her usual casualness like a shield for her in that moment as she greeted you and escorted you to her chair. She looked at your reflection through the mirror, focusing her attention on your hair.

“The usual?”

Shane asked, letting her fingers run through your hair, ignoring the shiver that ran down her spine. What was wrong with her?