#gen ortiz : 002.
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with gen ortiz @ beauty and the beach salon , tuesday afternoon.
beauty and the beach salon wasn't exactly the first place that farrah had envisioned for herself to get her hair done. in fact , under normal circumstances , she would have opted for one of the more popular salons she had frequented over the years , places where she felt a sense of comfort and trusted the expertise of the stylists. however , she was in briar ridge now. , and after the devastating hurricane had ravaged not only parts of downtown but also left her hair looking like a hurricane disaster zone itself , farrah found herself with no choice but to make an appointment at this small , relatively unknown salon for her standards.
as she walked through the door , farrah allowed herself a moment of reflection. she had to admit , despite her reservations , that it was an undeniably cute space. the decor was charming , with a soothing colour palette and decorative details that hinted at a beach-y vibe , which immediately put her at ease. yet , despite the inviting ambiance , she knew that her sense of comfort could quickly dissipate the moment she sat in that chair , especially since she wasn't surrounded by the familiar faces of her usual stylists.
❛ hi , i’m here for my 2:30 appointment , last name fields, ❜ she said , her voice slightly curt as she approached the reception area. she hoped that the experience would turn out to be positive , despite her doubts. just as she finished her introduction , a flash of recognition sparked between her and the stylist waiting for her. ❛ oh. i know you , don't i ? ❜ farrah questioned , her eyes narrowing slightly as she made the connection with a pretty brunette standing before her. ❛ you were with me at the school ... gen , right ? ❜
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since the moment their paths crossed amidst the chaos of the hurricane, genesis has consistently demonstrated kindness toward farrah. and it was a simple kindness. nothing overdone. honest. this gesture was particularly significant for farrah, who has spent too much time in the company of individuals whose smiles were warm and friendly, but whose intentions were far from genuine. she had seen the duplicity behind cheerful faces and hollow words, learned from experience that kindness could be a mask for more nefarious feelings. in her attempts to navigate through such treachery, farrah had once tried to adopt a similar strategy — killing people with kindness, as the saying goes. however, she soon found this facade unfulfilling ; it was a game that felt unauthentic and ultimately left her ... let's say dissatisfied. as she settled into the first chair that genesis had pointed out. ❛ a bottle of water is fine. thank you, ❜ she said. it was comforting to know that with genesis, there would be no pretence, only the openness of genuine interaction. ❛ tell me a bit about yourself, gen. ❜ farrah insists as the woman came back with the bottle of water and takes it. ❛ we survived a hurricane together and i don't know a thing about you. doesn't that seem wrong ? ❜
As a hair stylist, Genesis had grown rather used to clients coming and going. She had her regulars, which were comfortable and easy to talk to, but they rarely offered her fresh ideas. It was always the same cut, same colour or tone, and quite frankly; the same ten topics of conversation. Although she was always a little nervous to meet a new client, the stylist was always just as excited to get them into her chair and work her magic on them.
As the brunette entered the salon, Genesis glanced up from her appointment log, a bright smile gracing her lips. "Farrah! I should have known. It's not every day I hear your name. Come on in and make yourself comfortable in the first chair over here. Can I grab you a bottle of water or some coffee? Then we can chat about your hair goals and what you're looking to have done today, since I know it's your first time at the salon."
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