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Dior
it's been a few days since me and Carlos got back together and surprisingly, things went back to how it was before but even better.
cuz now we study together, we do homework together, we turn assignments in together, we cheat on tests together, everything.
I'm actually really proud of him. he got his shit together like I asked him to and I admire him for that.
it is around 9am and I'm about to get my nails done today because I will be taking him out on a surprise date to make up for our Valentine's Day. he doesn't know we are going on a date.
and it also takes forever for me to do my own nails.
I'm pulling into the address the girl gave me and walking up the door. I knock on it and wait a few seconds.
this Mexican girl who I assume is my nail tech, opens the door and we greet each other and sit down at her desk.
"so do you know what length you're getting?" the girl whose name I found out was Cassidy says while moisturizing my nail beds.
"umm I think I'm going do large."
"okay and what design?" she asks while getting her drill ready.
"freestyle?"
she looks at me and smiles like she won the lottery, "omg yes! I've been wanting to do a freestyle, thank you!"
I blush at little bit and smile at her happily, "it's no problem, I literally only get freestyles when I don't feel like doing my own nails so I'll just come to you if I want one again."
she looks up at me in surprise, "girl you do nails? see I knew it because your beds nail look so healthy. what is your nail account?"
I get my phone with my non occupied hand and unlock it and go to my nail page. I slide the phone to her and she looks down.
"dayum this you? we got a celebrity up in here! I literally follow you, your shit it gooood! I'm officially done doing my own nails, you'll be seeing me alot." she says with a determined smile.
I laugh, "well your welcome anytime."
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around thirty minutes later, she is applying the acrylic and we are still talking. how she can talk and focus on doing my nails? I do not know!
"so I hear an accent in your voice, surely you're not from here, right?" she curiously questions.
"nope I am from Lyon, France. my dad is from Jamaica though. I just moved here because my parents got a divorce and I surprisingly love it here. I didn't think I was going to but I do." I say proudly.
