“That one. The dark red.”

The scent of acetone and an array of other chemicals wafted throughout the cool air of the salon.

Your boyfriend had come along with you to get your nails done like usual, having picked out the color for your next set. He may grumble about how long it takes but in reality he enjoyed the little outings and getting to see the pretty results.

After giving his answer he plops down in the plush chair beside you, his focus shifting to the handheld he brought to waste time.