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what time Evan may or may not be coming by the salon. Mia normally didn't stay any later than four or five in the afternoon, so I couldn't imagine it would be any time after that.
I spent the better part of the day glancing at the door every time someone came in. It was just after three o'clock that afternoon when Nico and Evan came in with Mia and Nico's little boy, Tristan.
I saw them before they ever came in the door, so I had time to prepare myself. I had just come back from the shampoo bowl with one of my regular clients, and I was about to start cutting hair. I could have easily stopped what I was doing long enough to go over there or acknowledge them, but I made the split-second, nervous decision to ignore them completely. They were there for Mia, anyway.
I smiled and carried on with my client, parting her hair into tidy sections and pinning them in place as we talked. I was aware of their presence in the reception area, but I kept my eyes on my client. I heard them tell Amanda they were going to look for Mia "in the back" before they began walking in my direction. There was nowhere for me to go. I was stuck doing this haircut, and Evan Hunt was about to walk right past me.
"Hey there, Annabel," Nico said. He had said that same phrase to me hundreds of times as he walked past that very spot, so I knew it was him who had said it.
"Hey guys," I said, smiling and glancing at them as a group as I held a section of hair in midair. It was a good thing I had a taught grip on the hair, because otherwise my hands would have been shaking. I tried to look away instantly, I really did, but I couldn’t make myself. Evan was staring straight at me when my eyes passed over him, and I couldn’t stop myself from locking eyes with him for a few seconds.
He continued walking with Nico, but to me, it seemed as if he was doing it in slow motion. Everything he did looked like it should be in slow motion with beautiful harp music in the background. Evan no longer walked with a limp, and his scar had faded considerably (at least from a distance). It was still noticeable, but it had lightened up quite a bit. I broke eye contact as soon as it hit me that I was staring at him. I watched them continue past me and down the hall out of the corner of my eye.
"Oh snap," my client whispered as soon as they walked away. "That was that guy, Evan Hunt."
"Yep," I said, dazedly.
"I knew his family owned this place, but I didn't know he came in here ."
"He doesn't really. I haven't seen him in like seven months."
"I didn't know you already got to meet him," she said, sounding impressed.
"I went to high school with him," I said. "He's from here."
"I know he's from here, but it's still cool to get to meet him. He's like for-reals famous. He got to meet the president and everything—and Justin Bieber. He put a picture of it on his Instagram. He has like two million followers."
The more she talked, the more anxious I got. I was already nervous enough around him as it was. The last thing I needed was for her to sit out here and tell me more good things about him.
"How's your man doing?" I asked, since I didn't really want to listen to her talk about how much she loved Evan any more.
My client started talking about her boyfriend at that point, and the conversation lasted until I finished her haircut. I worked quickly, but it wasn't because I was in a hurry—it was more because I was amped, jacked up, freaking out, whatever you want to call it. I gave her a good haircut and style, but I did it in record time.
Evan, Nico, and Mia had been in the back the whole time, so I assumed they were still in the salon. There was a back door, and theoretically they could have used it, but it wasn't likely since we almost always used the front door.
I hugged my client, recommended some product, and sent her on her way. My plan, as I cleaned up my station, was to sneak out of the front door and go to the nearby coffee shop. I had thirty minutes to kill
I spent the better part of the day glancing at the door every time someone came in. It was just after three o'clock that afternoon when Nico and Evan came in with Mia and Nico's little boy, Tristan.
I saw them before they ever came in the door, so I had time to prepare myself. I had just come back from the shampoo bowl with one of my regular clients, and I was about to start cutting hair. I could have easily stopped what I was doing long enough to go over there or acknowledge them, but I made the split-second, nervous decision to ignore them completely. They were there for Mia, anyway.
I smiled and carried on with my client, parting her hair into tidy sections and pinning them in place as we talked. I was aware of their presence in the reception area, but I kept my eyes on my client. I heard them tell Amanda they were going to look for Mia "in the back" before they began walking in my direction. There was nowhere for me to go. I was stuck doing this haircut, and Evan Hunt was about to walk right past me.
"Hey there, Annabel," Nico said. He had said that same phrase to me hundreds of times as he walked past that very spot, so I knew it was him who had said it.
"Hey guys," I said, smiling and glancing at them as a group as I held a section of hair in midair. It was a good thing I had a taught grip on the hair, because otherwise my hands would have been shaking. I tried to look away instantly, I really did, but I couldn’t make myself. Evan was staring straight at me when my eyes passed over him, and I couldn’t stop myself from locking eyes with him for a few seconds.
He continued walking with Nico, but to me, it seemed as if he was doing it in slow motion. Everything he did looked like it should be in slow motion with beautiful harp music in the background. Evan no longer walked with a limp, and his scar had faded considerably (at least from a distance). It was still noticeable, but it had lightened up quite a bit. I broke eye contact as soon as it hit me that I was staring at him. I watched them continue past me and down the hall out of the corner of my eye.
"Oh snap," my client whispered as soon as they walked away. "That was that guy, Evan Hunt."
"Yep," I said, dazedly.
"I knew his family owned this place, but I didn't know he came in here ."
"He doesn't really. I haven't seen him in like seven months."
"I didn't know you already got to meet him," she said, sounding impressed.
"I went to high school with him," I said. "He's from here."
"I know he's from here, but it's still cool to get to meet him. He's like for-reals famous. He got to meet the president and everything—and Justin Bieber. He put a picture of it on his Instagram. He has like two million followers."
The more she talked, the more anxious I got. I was already nervous enough around him as it was. The last thing I needed was for her to sit out here and tell me more good things about him.
"How's your man doing?" I asked, since I didn't really want to listen to her talk about how much she loved Evan any more.
My client started talking about her boyfriend at that point, and the conversation lasted until I finished her haircut. I worked quickly, but it wasn't because I was in a hurry—it was more because I was amped, jacked up, freaking out, whatever you want to call it. I gave her a good haircut and style, but I did it in record time.
Evan, Nico, and Mia had been in the back the whole time, so I assumed they were still in the salon. There was a back door, and theoretically they could have used it, but it wasn't likely since we almost always used the front door.
I hugged my client, recommended some product, and sent her on her way. My plan, as I cleaned up my station, was to sneak out of the front door and go to the nearby coffee shop. I had thirty minutes to kill
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