Ignacio grabbed the receipt with a grin.
"Of course!" It wasn't hard for him to agree to come again; of
course he would come again, Adrien did a good job! His hair looked good, even if the side part would take some getting used to, he trusted the other man. He wondered how Adrien would do with long hair. Like ... super long hair. Maybe Richard would like to take a break from forcing his mother to deal with his ridiculous hair every once in a while?--
"I'll see you soon, then, yeah?" With a salute, Ignacio turned on his heel and marched towards the door, shoving one hand in his pocket to grab at his gloves (it wasn't exactly warm) while taking a glance over the receipt in his other hand. That really was a good price. Honestly, he was expecting to be charged more considering he was an actor. Some people did, assuming he was loaded. Considering Richard's parents, they weren't always wrong, but--
Wait.
He squinted a little harder at the receipt. Thirty was an even number, but--
Oh.
Ignacio paused mid-stride, scrambled into his pocket and grabbed his wallet, and then swirled around and ran back into the building, slapping a five on the desk.
"Uh, sorry."
He offered a sheepish smile, his cheeks a little red.
"I can't, uh, do percentages. I mean, I'm not a statistician for a reason--"
Ignacio coughed, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.
"Actually I got a D in Stats," that wasn't the point.
"Well. Sorry. Good jobs deserve correct addition. Anyway. Uh," he chuckled awkwardly, before grinning. "I'll uh, actually leave this time. Right?"
