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Suzy hugged her friend.
“Now, you head out.” Joann waved her off. “I will finish up. These little ones can make quite the mess.”
“Thanks.” Suzy headed down the stairs and out into the coming evening. The sun was setting into an artist’s aspiration. A tinge of hope danced inside her. Maybe she could make it as an artist.
Chapter five
Suzy opened the door to the fancy hair salon. Usually, she just got her hair cut at Supercuts from Candace. This place was a far cry from Supercuts. It was contemporary, with wood couches and odd-shaped chairs. Strange abstract art chaotically danced throughout the open space.
She bit her lip, not quite sure what to make of it. The couches didn’t look comfortable. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be waiting too long for Paris.
She walked to the receptionist. The woman looked like a model right out of a fashion magazine. “Hi, I’m here to see Paris.”
The receptionist wrinkled her nose. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes, at eleven.”
“I’m afraid that is not possible, Paris just took her eleven o’clock client back.” She pouted her shiny purple lips. “She won’t be able to cut your hair, not today.”
Suzy suppressed a groan of frustration. This wasn’t good. The art show was tonight. “No, I have an appointment. My name is Suzy Alexander. Daniel Wilson set it up for me.”
“Ah,” the woman said with a smile, glancing at her computer. “I see there’s a bit of a mix-up; you’re supposed to be here at noon, but have a seat. If you'd like, I can whip you up a delicious green smoothie and unsalted nuts with dried cranberries.”
Suzy frowned. She’d skipped breakfast in her haste to be here on time. A green smoothie, unsalted nuts, and dried-out fruit didn’t sound appealing in the slightest.
“Are you sure it’s noon?” she asked, her stomach grumbling. “He told me eleven sharp.”
“Yes. Paris must have fit you in as a favor to him. She books up weeks in advance. You are fortunate; now, please have a seat.” She pointed to a line behind Suzy, filled with rich people who looked annoyed.
“I see; well, thank you. Is there, by chance, a coffee shop or café nearby?”
“No, but I’ll mix you a drink when I check these ladies in." The receptionist waved toward the hard couches. "We have magazines. Have a seat.”
“Thanks,” Suzy mumbled as she walked away. New-age music, hairdryers, and loud chatter flittered through the salon.
The awful smell of hair dye swarmed around her. Lovely. She’d love to give Daniel a piece of her mind right now about this dreadful situation. Unfortunately, she forgot to charge her phone. One thing was for sure: this salon was not her cup of tea, not in the slightest. Wait until she sees Daniel at lunch.
***
Suzy marched into the restaurant after her hair appointment. Daniel sat by the window. He yawned as he carelessly looked at his phone.
She was starving after being trapped at the salon for what seemed like forever. The tiny bag of unsalted nuts had no flavor.
The smoothie looked and smelt gross, with brown chucks floating in it. There was no way she could gag it down. Boy, rich people were strange.
She had almost died when she saw the total amount for the appointment—three hundred fifty dollars without the tip. That amount would have lasted her an entire year at Supercuts, and she’d much preferred Candance over the dramatic Paris, who clearly thought she was God’s gift to the world.
Not to mention Paris had a flair for yanking a person’s hair and notoriously sprayed products whenever she wanted. Suzy had been forced to keep her eyes shut the entire time.
She sat with a huff.
He glanced at her, and his eyes widened.
“Do you realize I was there an entire hour early?” She glared at him as she grabbed the menu. “I can’t believe you told me the wrong time.”
Just when she had been thinking she might have been wrong about him. What a total jerk.
“I had to cancel my morning classes for it.” She glanced over the menu. “At least they have food I can pronounce and know what it is.”
