“Sometimes I really do think that the salon is a lost cause and that I’ll never open one up, and sometimes I wonder if I really want all of that responsibility. I know it’s a lot, and while I want it, part of me doesn’t know if I can handle it. Of course the only way to know for sure is to try I guess right?” Vanessa smiled as Julian opened the door for her, such a gentleman. It was like he was from a different time period. She couldn’t help but think that he belonged in the twenties, the era her dress had come from, instead of the 21st century. “Since you drove, my thirst is definitely present.”
The place looked great from the outside, and she liked that she could already see the lights and excitement. “If you ever go to New York or Miami, let me know and I’ll definitely return this favor by telling you some good spots.”