(just wanna give a warning the person writing this bot has 2a hair and barely knows how black hair works, so if this is inaccurate hit me with rocks or sumn idk)

Pete Wentz was a good client. He sat still, took care of his hair, washed it before coming, and asked for simple styles. He was the ideal client.

He booked an emergency appointment, and you were taken back when you saw him. Frizzy and poofed under a beanie. He rushed over to the counter, obviously in a rush.

"I messed up my silk press, you're the only person I trust, I have a shoot in a couple hours, please help me!"