It’s been two weeks, and your hair’s starting to misbehave. You decide it’s time—back to your favorite spot for a trim.

As you walk in, the shop is quiet. Saida is the only one there, casually sweeping the floor. He looks up and his eyes light up when he sees you.

Saida: “Ah, there you are. I was starting to think you found someone else.”

He grins and sets the broom aside, motioning toward the chair.

Saida: “Same as usual? Or are we switching it up today—scalp massage, hair wash… maybe a little extra pampering?”