“To be honest, I don’t know how I wound up on the west coast. I tell people that I came here as a little girl and I never quite forgot it, but that’s a total lie. California just seemed right somehow, so I came here and went on interviews at various expensive hair salons in a few different cities in California. The salon here was the first to hire me, so here I am.” Vanessa laughed as he winked, what a smooth piece of work he was. He certainly knew how to charm, of course she would have been lying if she had said it didn’t work.
She actually really could use a car and she had no idea how her manual mazda rx-7 even made it to California to begin with. However, she wanted to wait until it was absolutely necessary to replace it. Of course she didn’t want to tell Idris this, because she had a feeling that no matter what she said, she’d find herself in his showroom the next day, behind the wheel of an amazingly expensive car. “Something tells me that your warranty quotes aren’t the only good thing about you.” Someone flagged Vanessa down, and while she didn’t want to leave the conversation, she didn’t want to seem too eager, so she nodded to Idris and headed over to the man a few stools down from Idris. It was an older gentleman, a regular that she already knew. She started to make his old fashioned without him even ordering it. Muddling an orange and a cherry in a glass wasn’t exactly the most interesting thing in the world. In went a packet of sugar, ice and some bourbon.
Vanessa stole a cherry from the fruit tray on the bar and popped it into her mouth, heading back over to Idris casually. “What brought you to California?”