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 Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 7:48 pm
The afternoon was pretty slow, for a Tuesday. Caleb's appointments were mostly in the morning and by now, four o'clock was rolling around. His next appointment was coming up which was a more than welcome reprieve from the boredom. Lucia, his younger sister, was in the back doing the books and listening to music. Caleb was more than capable of keeping up the front of the hair salon and was currently sweeping to keep himself busy.
He didn't know much about this Jett Draven. The name wasn't familiar. Maybe he was a client of his other sister? Either way, Caleb looked forward to meeting someone new and possibly starting some interesting conversations. Many people thought of Caleb as their therapist while in his chair - not that he minded.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 9:35 pm
Jett was particularly picky when it came to who was cutting his hair. He'd gone to the same barber for the past three years, and in all that time, this was the only time he'd never been available. Unfortunately, Jett's hair was worse now than ever. It was too long, even by his own standards. There was a certain appeal to slightly longer hair; it was nice to have something to cover his ears and neck in these cold as ******** months. Unfortunately, it had the negative side effect of being unprofessional and a bit more flamboyant than he was comfortable with.
Desperate times called for desperate measures—and that meant making an appointment with someone new and hoping they didn't completely screw up his hair. Removing his sunglasses as he entered the establishment, he gave it a quick look around. No sobbing clients or bloody ears on the floor—that was a good sign.
It was during his inspection that he locked eyes with Caleb, flashed a quick smile, and greeted, "Afternoon."
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