I’m A Assistant Hairstylist , Cut Messy Lady`s Hair, My Boss Threatens To Fire,and Later…
The First Official Cut
Given what she said, there was no reason for me to refuse her kindness. In fact, knowing the manager, he might flip his hand again if he sees that I have no connection with the woman.
“I understand. We look forward to your visit.”
I decided to express my gratitude by bowing deeply to my first customer who requested me by name. The day of the woman’s visit was my first time officially taking charge of a haircut. The manager, who wanted to maximize the promotional effect, seemed to want the woman to be my first customer for the sake of the story.
Despite my own thoughts on the matter, that was also what I wanted, so I continued to practice cutting hair after closing time alongside the manager’s assistant in preparation for this day. As the woman’s reservation time approached, not only the manager but also the other staff began to get a bit nervous. Of course, I was as well, but it wasn’t anxiety; it was a sense of anticipation and excitement.
The time had come, and a woman entered the salon. The sight of her took everyone’s breath away, including the manager who had been preparing to greet her. Other staff members unconsciously stopped what they were doing, and even the customers followed suit, all eyes on her. You could hear voices asking the attending staff who this beautiful woman was.
A Confident Transformation
Bathing in the gazes from all around the salon, I was worried if the woman might feel uncomfortable, so I hurriedly went over to guide her.
“Nice to see you today.”
But it seemed my worry was unnecessary, as the woman straightened up confidently and greeted me. The woman who had hesitated to enter the salon was no longer there. Seeing her filled with such confidence made me feel proud, and with my chest out, I guided her to the styling chair.
“Please, this way.”
When asked about her preferences, just like the last time, she answered:
“I leave it to you.”
She let me take care of her while we chatted and proceeded with the cut. That day, our conversation flowed, and near the end of the cut, she confessed that up until now she would just cut her hair herself whenever it started to get in the way. I had a hunch this was the case, but hearing her say it made me chuckle a bit.
After confirming her hairstyle, she replied with the broadest smile.
“As always, it’s wonderful. I look forward to continuing this.”
Happily Ever After
The woman who responded with such a beaming smile left the salon with grace. A few years later, I finally realized my dream of opening my own salon. It was hectic to the point of making my head spin, but I was spending fulfilling days with many customers coming to ask for my cuts.
I was blessed with a great team, and every day was busy but fun. Around that time, there were gradual changes in my personal life as well, and I found myself going out with her in between the busy schedule. Perhaps because she is known as a beautiful researcher, there are people who turn around when we walk on the street.
Whether she knows or not how I feel nervous walking beside her, she has recently started to suddenly hook her arm into mine.
“Are you teasing me because I’m younger?” I ask sulkily as a way to hide my embarrassment.
She looks at me as if offended and says:
“I’m older, so I’m in a hurry. Is this a bother to you?”
This woman with a serious face says such things and stares at me as if observing, which leaves me at a loss.
“No, I’m happy.”
When I give up and answer truthfully, she beams at me with the smile I love so much.
“Then I’m glad,” she rejoices like a child.
Although I’m always being led by her, I’ve made up my mind to be the one to propose.
