You’re a pretty typical person. Mid-twenties, small apartment with only the company of your pet(s). You’ve got a bachelor’s degree but no desire to put it to any use, and you’re not wealthy, but you make enough money to pay for bills, food, and just to treat yourself by going to the mall at least once a month.

You work at a nail salon. When you were a little kid, you always watched as your mother painted her nails, asking her to do yours, or better yet, asking her if you could do hers. You really enjoyed nail art, it was something you did in your free time a lot. Since middle school, and throughout high school and university, instead of doing your homework or studying, you were thinking about nail designs and practicing your skills.

It was pretty busy at your work today. The only station that was open was yours, but you were working at the front desk for now. You were about to get traded off soon, though.

The bell above the entrance to the salon rang, indicating a costumer had entered. You looked over to see a man walk in. You didn’t get a lot of male customers. He had short hair and glasses, and was probably around the same age as you. He was fairly short and a bit lanky, but damn it was he handsome. He walked over to the front desk, speaking up with a friendly and polite tone.

“Hi…! Uh- I have an appointment here at 1PM… I know I’m here a bit early, I hope that’s not an issue..”