One...two...three Ada counted in her head while the barber composed himself. She smiled back at him as he adjusted to the shock, admiring his professionalism.
"Thank you," she said, unbuttoning her coat. "It was made for me by a theatrical wig-maker, off Shaftesbury avenue." She turned and allowed the man to help her out of her coat.
"Tea would be lovely, thankyou." Her gaze travelled around the tidy little shop. Everything was immaculate and very modern. He was clearly doing well for himself. She caught sight of the tray of biscuits and her stomache rumbled. it had been some time since her morning tea. "May I?" she asked, indicating the sweets.