▹ sxonorous
the day is going according to routine, delicate fingers moving promptly whilst she tends halfheartedly to her work accompanied by the endless chit chatting from her fellow coworkers. it becomes a familiar background noise to her, she’d rather it be that than to actually partake in discussion. that’s just how yan was: distant and fleeting when it came to social affairs. ( — perhaps it was fear that kept her so sternly detached, filling the emptiness in which longed only for normality with trembling fret. )
due to the unpopularity of the quiet salon it was rare that business would be booming, especially on a tuesday morning, and more often than not most customers were commoners who’d earned their place among the employees topic of gossip, and some even participated in such conversation, but the rare new face crept up every now and again just as it would today. her attention is swept abruptly by the sudden signifying ding of the entrance bell, lips forming a brilliant curve as she attempts to greet the stranger with her softest expression, eyes crinkling into narrow crescents as she speaks softly through salmon colored tiers.
“hello, and welcome to nari’s beauty salon, ” her friendly facade falters slightly, uncomfortable familiarity slowing her speech and softening her tone in both fear and uncertainty as she peers into eyes that she’s sworn she’s seen before.
