Mitch poured Tris a glass of red wine, from a bottle her parents had sent her from Paris. It was her favorite. It was dry, yet sweet, something Mitch could never figure out how they managed to do. She didn't pour one for herself because she never drank on the job. She picked up a notebook from her counter and started taking little notes when she sat down next to her. "I like challenges," she replied with a smile and a wink.
When she was given the go-ahead to let the fur-balls out, Mitch gave a short whistle. "They'll be about shortly, I'm sure. But they won't be in the way, I promise."
"Alright," she announced, all in business mode, "we'll do hair first, then nails, and last the make-up. Sound like a plan? Oh, and any particular music you like to listen to? I'm not a fan of working in silence."