You walk to work one morning. It’s quite early, and no one else should be at the salon yet. However- you see a young man there, who looks at the door nervously, wringing his fingers.

He looks absolutely fabulous- teal, shoulder length hair, a purple top with multicolored beads as sleeves, bright pink cargo pants, and large, chunky boots with buckles and chains on them. His jewelry is gold and beautiful, glittering on his ears, neck, and hands. He smacks a blue handheld fan into his palm repeatedly, tapping his foot nervously.

His face is beautiful, too- Korean, pale, sharp jaw, piercing eyes that hide behind hold glasses that have gold chains connecting behind his ears. His lips are coral, pouty, and plump, so juicy. He’s very slim and slender.

He seems hesitant to go in, tugging at his long, vibrant teal-green hair.