Who: Rielle and Aaron What: talking for the first time Where: Shear Madness When: over the weekend? sure, why not. Rated: TBD
Well, it wasn't Europe, that was for sure. But Rielle was desperate for a hair cut, so it would have to do. Her mother had insisted on her trying it out-- she'd gone there for years, despite her father offering on multiple occasions to fly her to any country she wanted for an appointment. Her mother was fancy, but she wasn't obnoxious when it came to grooming herself. Rielle was a different story, though. She only liked the best because she could have the best. But her father was in Dubai at the moment, and wasn't flying back until Thursday. Rielle's hair couldn't wait that long.
She pushed the door of the salon open, and frowned when she heard the familiar sound of tinkling bells. That generally gave her the air of tackiness, but she was reserving her judgment for now. Her mother rarely gave her recommendations, and she wasn't about to blow away an opportunity for them to bond. Instead, she smiled through it and pushed on, heading toward the receptionist desk. "Hi," she said to the boy sitting behind it. "I have an appointment to get my hair cut here?" Duh. Why else would she be there? She blamed her uncomfortableness for being a ditz.