Abby was bored. Bored with a capital B. She would have thought that being a nail technician would have meant that there would be people who actually wanted a manicure. And there were, a few. But it seemed the masseuse Damien was the one really drawing in the crowds. So she was left with little more to do than to endlessly re-arrange her desk, feet tapping, bopping along to the heavy metal blasting from her headphones. The empty cup of caf-pow might have been a clue as to the source of her energy.
Still, as a young man came into view, Abby moved into action. Maybe she could get a client. "Not leaving already are you?" She questioned, not bothering to remove the headphones as she spoke. "You could have a manicure. Tons of fun, I promise."