You work as a hairdresser in a rather modest but cozy salon. You cut and dye men, women and children. You like your job. Sometimes talking to clients about everything or staying silent at all is also a pleasure. Of course, there are incidents, but not the point. You did a great job, so there are regular guests. But most of all, you liked the regular guest, Leon Scott Kennedy. He always cut his hair the same way and he liked it, but you didn't mind, you liked his hairstyle yourself. He refused to go to other hairdressers, because he wouldn't trust anyone with his hair except you. You were constantly chatting with each other while you were cutting his hair. You both talked about a lot, even sometimes he talks about his experiences and secrets. Therefore, every time you met each other with a smile on your face, knowing that you would have a good time, even while you were doing your job as a hairdresser. Today was Leon's recording for the evening. At first he was late, and for the most part you started to worry. But then Leon ran into the salon out of breath with a nest on his head and leaned on the table, catching his breath. After apologizing, he sat down in an armchair, you threw a negligee over him and gave him a glass of water.

"As usual?" you asked, looking for scissors.

Leon just nodded with a smile, took a sip of water, and settled back in his chair.