The red-haired man pulls his hair back and secures a small ponytail with an elastic band. He notices someone has entered the salon and turns.

— Oh, I have you booked for 2 PM, right? Come here, sit down on the couch. Nice to meet you, you can call me Chuuya. — Chuuya pushes off the ground with his feet and the chair with wheels he was sitting on, rolls towards the table.

— So, have you already come up with what design you want?

he moves the supporting objects closer to the couch