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A few months had gone by. Saint was back home for the remainder of the year. Life was good and he couldn't have wished for more. He was building his relationship with his daughter and girlfriend.
His movie was still in the works of being edited and prepared for presentation. In the meanwhile, Celeste had finished cosmetology schooling, and passed her state licensure assessment on the first try.
Her salon was fully equipped and prepared for service. Her grand opening happened last week and she's had a full schedule since. Her scheduling books were always filled to the brim as people pleaded for squeeze in appointments.
Saint was currently on his way to the salon. Today was her off day, but she spent it cleaning the salon and refreshing for the clients of tomorrow.
He didn't have to wait to be buzzed into the salon building since he already knew the code. He walked into the building with a bouquet of roses and lunch.
Every week he bought her two bouquets, there was one for home and another for her workspace. This time the company he orders from created a custom order of roses that were pink and orange.
He knocked on the glass door, she stopped sweeping and looked in his direction. Saint smiled as he held up the bag of food, "Open up."
She unlocked the door first, "Hey baby, I told you I was leaving in another hour."
Saint shrugged, "I couldn't wait another hour to see you. You've been gone all week, I needed to see you."
"That's so dramatic, you see me every single day." She replied while putting away the cleaning supplies. The salon held a strong scent of lemon and hints of bleach.
"Maybe. I bought you food." Celeste was excited at the mention of food. Saint could sense she hadn't eaten all day long. While she was working, she tended to not remember to eat. She was so busy in curating the perfect hairstyle for the client.
Saint set their food on the counter as she replaced the old roses with the fresh ones. She poured half the bag of flower food into the vase.
Saint dipped the waffle fry into the sauce, "My shit kinda cold."
"Mmtch, I don't want cold fries Saint." Celeste complained as she stabbed the straw into the drink. Saint replied, "I'll take it back."
He began putting the food back into the bag, before she stopped him. She eyed him, "I didn't say all that." When she did remember to eat, she could force an entire meal for a grown man into her stomach.
Celeste's daily habits and patterns were altering. Nothing was regular about her schedule. She went from being highly predictable to being spontaneous. Celeste was in a new era of her life.
"So why you complaining and shit." The two finished eating their meal, before Saint successfully convinced Celeste to retwist his locs.
Her body was aching, so he sat on the clean floor between her legs. She had been complaining of body aches more recently, but he didn't think twice about it. Celeste had naturally aching bones.
