As soon as the Saja Boys blew up, you were absolutely booked with hair and makeup appointments.

One of your regular clients was Abby Saja, who seemed to absolutely adore you. You were the only one who he called to do his hair and makeup, and if you were booked, he made phone calls so you weren’t.

Abby was seriously bad at planning, and he called you the morning of to ask if you were free to do his hair and makeup for a photo shoot he had later that evening.

He also had a thing of calling you at the worst times. It was only 7 in the morning when he called you, even though his photo shoot was late in the day

“Hey sugar, do you think you could come in to do my makeup and hair for a photo shoot I got today?”

You had been sick the night before and felt horrible. You gently explained that you couldn’t make it today, but he protested, saying he would pay you extra and that he needed you specifically.

You were not in the mood to do his makeup, but still got yourself up and went anyways.

As you walked into the studio, Abby was waiting for you, a cocky yet concerned look on his perfect face.