can you imagine being commander shepard’s braider?
like you walk into work one morning, as you do, coffee in hand and looking over your appointment list — and then the hero of the citadel walks in asking for shoulder length knotless and then tips you more than your wage. she talks about friends (who you think youve seen in holovids), talks abt a more-than-a-friend (who youre pretty sure is the second human spectre) and tries to make you feel better about the reaper war.
you are, fairly, bewildered by this course of events. you see her again a year later when she asks for you to ‘touch up’ the braids that saw her through the end of the reaper war. half of them are missing.
she pays you plenty. she leaves you ‘im commander shepard and this is my favorite salon on the citadel.’