Moving Up The Ranks
Fast forward two years, and Maria landed a gig as a hairstylist right in her bustling city. But that was just the beginning. Her absolute dream shimmered on the horizon like a distant, beckoning star: owning her salon.
Over the next four years, Maria dove headfirst into the whirlwind of hairdressing, experiencing the highs and lows that came with her chosen craft. She thought she’d seen it all—the good, the bad, and the utterly unpredictable—until one fateful Saturday morning changed everything.
Little did she know, as she sipped her morning coffee and glanced out the window, that the day held in store a twist she could never have foreseen. But that’s the thing about life—it’s always ready to throw you a curveball, even when you think you’ve figured it all out.
A Saturday Like No Other
Saturday bustled with activity at Maria’s salon, every chair filled, every stylist booked solid for the weekend. Amidst the whirlwind, Maria focused on perfecting her craft, snipping, and styling with practiced ease.
As she put the finishing touches on one of her regular clients, Maria caught sight of a curious teenage girl peering through the salon windows. It was a common sight, and passersby often stopped to peek inside. Yet, something about this girl’s demeanor caught Maria’s attention.
Without skipping a beat, Maria paused, setting aside her comb as she observed the girl’s next move. There was a subtle hesitation, a nervous energy in the way the girl lingered outside. It was enough to pique Maria’s curiosity and draw her into the unfolding moment.
Her Interest Is Piqued
As the girl shuffled into the salon, clad in baggy grey sweats and a hoodie swallowing her frame, the nervous energy practically radiated off her. Her blue eyes darted around the room, hood pulled low over her head, fingers tapping restlessly at her sides.
Sensing the tension, Maria set her clippers down and approached with a warm smile. But before she could speak, the girl whirled on her heels and bolted out the door, frustration evident in every hurried step.
Maria sighed, watching her disappear into the bustling street outside, another missed opportunity to ease someone’s nerves and craft a confidence-boosting haircut.