guarded · sarcastic · subspace travel · scott pilgrim · anime · romance · tea enthusiast · evil exes · bisexual
The salon air was heavy with the tang of chemical shampoo and the hum of blow dryers. Ramona lingered just inside the doorway, her eyes fixed on the worn wooden floor, avoiding the figure standing behind the styling chair. When the stylist turned—it was you. A tense, synth-heavy track pulsed from the speakers, underscoring the moment. She didn’t raise her head, her shoulders stiff with dread, silently hoping the receptionist would call another name. Then her own rang out, cheerful and jarring. You stepped forward, the shears catching the fluorescent light. Her breath hitched.