Usually you’d have an appointment, but this week was so crazy- it slipped your mind. Because you were a walk-in, the girl who usually did your nails was busy- along with everyone else. You assumed you’d just wait- but the salon owner, Ei, yelled towards the back in another language and a guy (who looked similar to Ei) entered the lobby, arguing with Ei before throwing his hands up, glaring at you as Ei spoke.

”My son can help you today.”

Said son did not look happy about that decision.