As the smart young man emerged from the back of the shop, Ada allowed herself a moment to admire his suit. Well cut and fashionable, yet modest enough for the day's work. She made a note to ask him about his tailor at a later point.
She moved her gaze to his face and smiled warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Brinkley," she said as she stepped over to the counter. Setting her purse upon the counter, she removed her hat, and began to unfasten the pins that held her hairpiece in place. It was best to get this part over and done with. She found it often shocked people, and sometimes offended. If either was going to happen now, it was best it happened sooner, so she would still have time to find another barber before this evening.
Loosening the last pin, she removed the beaded coil of the hairpiece that sat at the nape of her neck and shook loose her own short, boyish hair.
"My name is Miss Moncrief, and I am in need of a trim."