It's okay, you just don't know no better,
you're better off being alone ...
Hope you find comfort in all of the lies that you told..
You'll never get it, I get it, I'm here on my own..
I'll be on my own ...
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📍𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚
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Santana was finishing up her last client of the day, exhausted but satisfied. She had just completed her sixth head, and though her feet ached, the feeling of that thick wad of cash in her purse made it all worth it.
She smiled as she blow-dried the last few strands of her client's hair, chatting away to distract herself from the growling of her stomach.
"I'm still accepting girls for booths and rooms, so if you know anybody tryna start their own business , send 'em my way," she said, adjusting the chair and giving her client a final spin in the mirror.
"I'll let 'em know," the woman smiled, admiring her fresh install.
After wrapping up the final touches, Santana gave her client a hug and started to clean up her station. Sweeping the floor, she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket.
Rashad had been calling her all day. It wasn't like she was ignoring him, but she'd been so focused on finishing up and getting home that she hadn't had a moment to respond.
Making a mental note to call him back as soon as she was done, she continued wiping down the counter, humming a bit as she worked.
Mid-sweep, she heard a sound at the door. Startled, she glanced at the security camera monitor above her station and saw Rashad standing there with a bag in his hand. Her lips curled into a smile as she walked over and unlocked the door.
"You brought food?" she asked, eyes lighting up as the smell hit her.
Rashad grinned, holding the bag out to her. "I know you probably ain't ate today, even though I told you to start eating, Santana."
She laughed, shaking her head as she took the bag. "You right, I haven't. I've been on my feet all day."
"Uh-huh, that's what I thought," he teased, watching her. "Come on, let's go to your office so you can sit down and eat. Ain't no way you makin it home like that."
They made their way to the back office, and Santana plopped down in her chair, immediately slipping her shoes off. "My damn feet hurt," she sighed, unwrapping the food.
Rashad raised a brow, looking down at her feet. "Hand 'em here."
She gave him a side-eye. "What?"
"Girl, just hand me your feet. You aggravating."
They both burst into laughter as she propped her feet in his lap. He gently massaged them as they talked, the conversation flowing effortlessly between them like it always did.
As she ate, they fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's presence without needing to hold a conversation.
Scrolling through her phone, Santana found herself on TikTok, watching a video of a couple on vacation. She mumbled to herself, "I needa go here. This shit look nice."
