Soft Sets & Hard Feelings
It was supposed to be just a nail appointment.
Quick set, sit down, pick a color, scroll your phone... leave.
But the vibe? yeah... that shit ain't leave with her.
At nineteen and twenty, two fems cross paths-one behind the nail table, one in her chair. What start as small talk turn into rebooks... then texting... then them late night conversations that be having you smiling and kicking your feet like wtf.
In a city where everybody got options and bitches be moving funny...
it hit different when somebody feel genuine.
Now they both stuck tryna play it cool...
knowing damn well it ain't just a vibe no more.