"Your first time?" Melinda couldn't help the slight expression of surprise, but she didn't hear that very often. It was a stylist's dream to be gifted with truly untouched hair, no other work to make adjustments to. The girl did have gorgeous auburn, reddish-brown hair. "Well, I'm happy to be your first," she said with an easy laugh, because she knew that sounded like a line. She nodded a bit at the notes toward the receptionist; yes, she'd be fine. The girl was constantly calling in sick. Hangovers were not quite the same as genuine illness. At least Melinda got herself in to work no matter her night before, she didn't spare much sympathy for the girl.
She wiggled fingers to lead the girl back, telling her, "I'm Melinda. This is me--" she skirted fingers over her chair, for the girl to sit in. "What were you thinking of doing with it? Trimming the ends, big change, color...?"