Mindy stood in line with her back to him. Her pager went off and she took it out of her purse to look at it.
Jake got in line in front of her. “It’s for this guy I’m in choir with. He’s got a thing for this other guy in the choir, and he’s super insecure, and I thought with all that cosmetology stuff, you could help him.”
Mindy looked at him. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. Like, help him not look the way he does.” Although, Jake really didn’t mind how Ezra looked all that much anymore, but it didn’t matter what he thought.
“Like a makeover?” Mindy asked, raising a brow.
“Yeah, something like that, and I swear to you, whatever you need to buy or whatever, I’ll pay for it.”
Mindy narrowed her eyes. “Who’s the guy?”
“You don’t know him. He’s in choir with me.”
“I know that. Who?”
“His name’s Ezra Mitchell.”
Mindy turned her head from side to side as if she were trying to figure out where she’d heard that name. “Didn’t you say he was the rude weirdo at the mixer last year? With the hot dog on his shirt?”
“Yeah, but he’s not really that rude or weird. He’s cool. He’s just got a crush on another guy in the choir, and he wants to impress him.”
Mindy narrowed her eyes. “Youwant to help somebody? Seriously? Is this a joke?”
“It’s not a joke. I swear.”
Mindy looked at her pager again. “And how do you know about this crush thing?”
“It’s a long story, but basically, I promised to help Ezra if he helped me with one of my classes. Now, will you help the poor guy?” Jake made an exaggerated frowny face that Mindy didn’t think was all that cute.
“I’ll do it for all the money you owe me, plus another hundred,” Mindy said, slipping her pager back into her purse.
“Oh, Jesus,” Jake groaned. “I don’t know if I have that much.”
Mindy crossed her arms. “Half up front. I don’t do a damn thing until I get it.”
Jake sighed. This was going to cost him just as much, if not more, than if he’d just paid for the tutoring. But he wanted to help Ezra. Even if it meant helping Ezra get a date with Sean Campbell.
Damn it.
“Fine.” Jake stuck out his hand.
Mindy grinned and shook it.
And another deal was done.
Mindy had taken cosmetology courses before transferring to LHU to get a degree in business.
She’d learned a lot in those courses, like how to color match, how to determine the best haircut for one’s face shape, and how to get rid of unwanted facial hair. The thing is, all those lessons had been taught with the presumption she’d be working on a female client.
Not the dorky dude with the absolutely terrible hair sitting in front of her.
Mindy got out a stick of gum and put it in her mouth as she walked around Ezra, who was sitting in the vanity chair in her bedroom. She took off Ezra’s big, red glasses and he squinted. “Do you have contacts?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “Somewhere, I think.”
She tilted her head. Taking the glasses off was an improvement, but Ezra had kind of a unibrow situation going on. She was going to have to get out her hot wax.
