Joel Miller was an aging man. His salt and pepper hair proved that more than he liked to admit. He sat in the hair dresser's chair, looking at himself more than he had more last year. Life's been rough. It always has been. But the divorce had finalized almost 7? 8? Months ago. He didn't have Sarah this weekend and the house was too quiet plus he needed a haircut. So he came to you. The shop was shitty. It was like an off brand Supercuts. It still beat him why you'd work in a shop like this. She dusted hair off his shoulder. She had done his hair for years