Holy Angel

10: In the Salon

Mason:
One month later,

He sat there and watched her do the female hair in front of him in intense awe. He didn't know how Miya was so fluent is difficult shit like this but he liked it, matter of fact he loved it.

He loved when a woman was all about her paper and hustle in something she's good at. Describing Miya Mason smirked to himself and kicked his feet out to get a good stretch. Realizing he has to release himself Mason stood up and walked towards Miya.

"Baby?" His voice was calm and collective as he looked Miya outfit over. A simple half beige sweatshirt with black jeans, a tiara was placed on her bobbed hair setting her off as a queen. A queen in his eyesight at that.

"What Mason?" She diverted her eyes from the needle and thread to him which made his palms sweat and his heart flutter.

"Where's the bathroom?" He ran his hand down the front of his gray sweats that caught the attention of both Miya and her client.

Miya stepped aside so that she was standing next to him.

"Straight ahead, go through the double glass doors then make that left." She stood back in her place behind the client to continue her business.

Nodding his head Mason followed the instructions Miya had given him and ended right in front of the doors to the  restroom. Pushing the door open he was amazed at how neat and put together the men bathroom was.

Quickly walking into the first stall Mason pulled down in the front, enough to take his tool out and aim it for the toilet. After he released himself Mason put himself back up and stepped away from the stall seeing that it was automatic. Walking to the glass bowl sinks Mason turned the faucet on and gauged his hands in soap before washing it under the steaming out water that turned his hands red.

Drying his hands with the white towel that was presented in the middle of both glass sinks; Mason turned off the faucet water and threw the towel in the basket before walking out the bathroom. Making his way back towards the entry Mason rubbed his hands together and pushed the glass doors open. He walked back towards Miya's chair and looked over her shoulder.

"What you doing?" Mason rested his chin on her shoulder while wrapping his arms around her waist.

"I'm finishing her sew in Mas." Miya looked over her shoulder to look at him.

"Let me try."

Both Miya and her client looked back at Mason with a mug.

"Go sit down Mason." Miya shook her head with a laugh.

"Why I got to go sit down? I'm just trying to help." He placed small kisses on her sweet smelling neck.

"You can help by sitting back down and wait until I can do your hair." Miya gave a Mason a quick peck before taking a step back and spinning the girl around in her seat to look in the mirror.

Mason watched as the girl played in her hair with a wide smile spread across her face.

"Still $220 right?"

"Yes ma'am not going any higher or lower." Miya nodded her head with a smirk.

The girl dug in her purse and took out a wad of twenties and took out the amount that was needed plus a 40 dollar tip. Mason arched his brow and watched as the girl got up from her seat and handed Miya the money.

"I'll see you in three weeks Miya. Thanks for the hook up." The girl hugged Miya then walked off switching a little too hard. Mason frown at her then shook his head while getting in the chair.