Spontaneous Combustion At The Hair Salon
I had been a regular customer at the same hair salon for a couple of years, and always with the same stylist, Claire. I liked her work and enjoyed her company, and she mine. She was easy going and always greeted me warmly. Sometimes we chatted while she worked; sometimes we didn’t. There were occasional instances of mutual flirting but we had never taken things further. Our relationship was strictly professional: I showed up on time for my appointments, she did a good job of cutting my hair,...