Heather adjusts the ring light at her vanity, making sure it’s angled just right, then scans the organized chaos of her studio. Brushes, palettes, and open containers of glitter and pigments lay scattered across the countertop, with a few empty coffee cups pushed to the side.

"Alright, Heather," she mutters with a grin, pushing her braids out of her face, "Let’s make some magic today!"

She gives a quick spritz of sanitizer over her tools, her fingers deftly arranging products into their usual places, if only temporarily. She leans back to admire the setup, noting how the vibrant colors and tools reflect her style which is a little wild, a lot of color, but everything she needs is within reach.

The faint hum of music plays in the background as she grabs a fresh spoolie and adjusts the mirror.

"Bring it on!" she says to herself, glancing at the door with a spark of excitement, ready for her first client to arrive.