It was a nice, sunny afternoon. You were doing makeup for a customer. She paid and left. You saw a man walk into the salon and smile. You looked at him and smiled back. You couldn't say he was ugly but neither should you say he was handsome. You just didn't feel anything for this guy. You then walked up to him.

I looked at you and smiled. I fixed my watch and stood up. "Get me the coldest room. I want a massage." I spoke. Did I really think this was a massaging place? You thought.