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| TWO WAY STREET!! | — ❝ Right person, wrong time. ❞
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She was early out of Beverly Hills and on her way to the salon. Jane rode her rustic metal bicycle near the sidewalks, starting the day with the sun rising.
Thankfully, she brought her sunglasses, shielded from its aspect smearing in her eyesight.
Its streak of yellow light crept right through the cracks of each building, angling higher and higher as the sky awoken along with the neighbors.
Under her sunglasses, its color faded and gleamed from blinding her eyes. 'Thank god,' said Jane to herself.
A gust of cold air awakened her body, brushing its breeze in her bare arms while waving her blonde strands along.
"Up and early, aren't you, Cheryl? If you want a haircut, drop by. See ya!" The dirty blonde says, standing beneath the doorway of her home, grasping hold of the burning cigarette between her thin lips.
Jane slid her sunglasses above her face, standing on her bicycle by the infirm white mailbox before strolling towards where the dirty blonde stood.
The neighborhood was like no other. It is family-friendly but has less of a luxury appearance. Worn out in its color and rustic from its lack of care. Its appearance didn't fool her.
The inside was different, covered in neon wallpaper. Open rooms are assembled with mixed-colored sofas and chairs—some with bouquet designs, others with legs carved in curvy lines.
For decor, plates will be displayed in the living room on shelves or coffee tables, and so was unused red glasses for appearance.
"Mrs. Jackson! We having customers already?" Said Jane, now standing before the steps of Mrs. Jackson's porch.
"Might! You know, Cheryl always calls for an appointment but never shows up! Crazy old gal!" She inhaled her cigarette as her heel widened the screen door for Jane to enter.
