with no colors in our skin Who: Serena & Juliet. What: Hello hello hello. Where:A Little Touch of Heaven. When: Twelve and thirty in the pm. Warnings: TBA? We have two classy ladies here, I don't think anything will be going down.
Pushing the strap of her purse back up, Juliet pushed the glass door of the nail salon open and scanned the area for Serena. Her plain, un-made up lips pursed, not seeing the new addition to the apartment complex (at least, no one who matched her description), and hoped the other woman hadn't gotten lost on the drive from her office. This particular salon was tucked away inside of a shopping center, really a gem of a find that she'd stumbled across one day while looking for a better grocery store to get ingredients to make a late Thanksgiving meal for Nathaniel. Shifting in place, she let her eyes do one last look over of the place, and saw Tiffany waving, getting two chairs ready for the women who had called ahead. Her own hand raised in reply, but she made no move toward the woman, instead wanting to be sure that Serena got there all right.
Turning toward the secretary's desk, her heels clicked smartly on the tiled floor and a smile appeared as she checked in for the appointment she'd made, then went to sit in one of the lobby chairs, her legs crossing in a princess pose as she dug out her latest book in order to pass the time while waiting for her salon companion's arrival. A pair of flip-flops shuffled aside in her bag, ready to be worn once both her hands and feet were freshly seen to; neither were in that bad of a shape, but currently weren't sporting any sort of polish. Flipping open the book, she settled into her seat as she picked up where she'd left off on the adventures of Katniss and Peeta.