“What is it?”
“Is it okay if I take some shots? This is big for my look book.”
“Oh, of course. Snap away.”
Even a pop princess was big for her reputation. I had a feeling she’d have a shit ton of clients coming in when she posted this to her socials. Instead of giving her my stage smiles, I went with Amber.
The murmurs behind us drew my attention to the other hairdressers. The burly male hairdresser with a row of clips down his arm was hang jawed. “Ramsey, that’s incredible.”
“Thanks.” She was buried in her phone, trying not to show how proud she was.
I remembered being that young. When the pride was so hard to embrace without feeling sick to your stomach.
He came forward. “Do you think it would be an imposition to get a photo with you?”
“Thanks for waiting until my hair looked fabulous.”
“Of course. Now you look even more amazing.”
“I appreciate that.”
I took photos with each of them separately and then as a group. Ramsey stayed apart from the group, but I did see her smiling at something on her phone.
I imagine her social media was on fire. I stopped back at her station and snagged one of her cards. “I’ll be back for a touch up. Say six weeks? I’ll need it for Christmas.”
She nodded. “Yeah, definitely.” She flipped through her coiled appointment book. “Any day?”
“I’m very open.” I said it looking at Tate.
She scribbled on a card and handed it to me. I couldn’t remember the last time someone actually handed me a card. Charmed, I took a photo with my phone then tucked it into my pocket. I dug out some cash for a tip. Cash was one thing I’d managed to get over the last few days.
I had an assistant who usually handled my everyday needs. Anything else, I used a credit card. I handed Ramsey two fifties and when she turned away, I tucked another three hundred into her drawer.
Tate caught it though and grinned at me.
Money made people act weird. Ramsey wasn’t one to fawn over me, so I didn’t have to worry about that part, but I’d prefer to save her from having to react.
She tucked the bills into her pocket without looking, just like a pro.
I fluffed my hair in the mirror one more time and did a rare selfie. I knew my likeness was all over social media at this point. There were far too many people in the salon that wouldn’t be able to help themselves.
I posted it and tagged the salon. Megan might love the idea of a tag, but she was about to get inundated with people.
“Thanks, Ramsey. Truly, you are a queen of your profession. Just a head’s up, I tagged you on social media.”
Her eyes widened. “You did?”
“I sure did. Sorry in advance.” I grabbed my purse and headed to the front desk to pay for all my services.
“Why sorry in advance?” Tate asked as he caught up with me.
“Were you waiting for me?”
“Maybe.”
I dashed off a text to my mother that she didn’t need to worry about giving me a ride home. She’d left for home long ago. My four hour trip to the salon had been well into six hours at this point. It was already dark outside. “Think you can take me home?”
“I can manage that. I need to run a few more errands though.”
