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𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗘 𝗞𝗢𝗟𝗗 (𝗡𝗜𝗬) 𝟮𝟮 📍𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗜𝗧, 𝗠𝗜
DETROIT, MI 3:31 pm Niy's Hair, Nail, and Lash Boutique ...
"Yeah girl, I say leave his punk ass, no nigga should ever yell in your face, even if it's the first time." Taniya shook her head, talking to her client, as she finished up the last braid. This client normally got wigs but this time she wanted to try French Curl braids and Taniya happily provided.
"You right." Her client sniffled. One thing about Amanda was that she was super sensitive. She was a gorgeous, black and hispanic girl with long brown hair, she always kept her hair, nails, and lashes done.
"Don't cry over that punk ass nigga girl.." Taniya stood in front of her face, tapping under her eyes with a napkin, trying not to mess up her makeup, even though her mascara was already running a little.
She walked back behind the chair, grabbing a can of mousse, swirling a good amount on top of her clients head before lathering it in.
"Fuck him, fuck his family. Stop letting him treat you like that. You have your own car, your own apartment, y'all aren't married, and y'all don't have kids together. There's zero reason for you to stay. Do you want to dip them?"
"No thank you, I'm really ready to just go home." Amanda sniffled, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.
Taniya nodded, grabbing a pack of makeup wipes, holding them out to Amanda, suggestively.
"No thanks, Niy, I'll take it off when I get home."
Taniya shook her head and held a 'girl take that damn makeup off' expression on her face causing Amanda to giggle and grab the wipes from her, going to take her makeup off in the mirror.
While they were finishing up their conversation, the bell on top of the door rung, signaling someone had just came in, she looked towards the door to see Trevon.
"Skilla!" She smiled, walking over to him, giving him a tight hug.
"Hey mama." He smiled, hugging her back.
"You got a client right now?" He asked, suggesting to Amanda who was taking her lashes off, wiping off the eyeliner and mascara.
"No, she's leaving in a second. Do you have the chipotle."
"Yes ma'am. I got your exact order, and I got some kinda açaí lemonade for your drink." He handed her the drink tray, letting her take out her drink, she took a sip and shook her head from how zesty it was.
