Zoe (history_repeats) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-09-10 21:01:00 |
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Current music: | Michael Jackson - Working Day and Night |
Entry tags: | greed, zoe hansen |
WHO: Greed & Zoe
WHEN: Tuesday evening
WHERE: A trendy salon where Zoe works
WHAT: Zoe is tired with work and Greed has dirty hair apparently
WARNING: TBD
Zoe had her hair tied back and wore a smock. Her job wasn't too hard, she didn't have to cut or style at the salon, all she did was wash the people's hair and get paid for it. Not glamorous and not what she'd ideally want to be doing but it paid the bills and at least she didn't end up smelling like a burrito like her roommate did. She actually smelled nice and it left her hands soft, tired, but soft. She sat at the front of the salon and was checking out the schedule. She'd looked at the page three times but didn't really retain it. She rubbed her hands over her face. Get it together, Zoey. She eyed her phone sitting next to the open ledger and thought of the number she'd added to it. She didn't know why, she'd never call him. And it'd been days. But she couldn't throw it away. It was like a nice (and painful) reminder of something that never could have been.
She bit her thumbnail idly, still staring at her phone when one of the stylists called out loudly, "ZOE!" obviously having been trying to get her attention for a few minutes. Zoe nearly fell off the stool and snapped to attention, "Yeah! I mean, yes. I mean I'm coming." she smoothed down the front of the smock and let out a tired sigh. She wanted the place to close so she could go home, have a beer, and lie down and die. Or at least relax.