I'm switching POVs and tense of stories every once in a while. This is new for me, so it might suck, give me any feedback.

Louis went to beauty school, learning everything from makeup to hair and science. It was only natural that he would want to do something so creative with his time. He had seven older brothers and each had their own personality and thing that made them unique. He tried for music, but it didn't feel natural. He tried for writing but he had no ideas worthy of his efforts. It wasn't until he saw his lady friends in high school painting their nails that they talked about how something so simple made them feel beautiful. After months of being involved with his adoptive mother exploring fashion and trends, Louis knew that he was on the right path to what his calling was. Not long after that, he went to Paris and made the decision to go to college for beauty. At the third best in class, he got some of the best marks and made a name for himself. As time went on, he became just as good, if not better, than his colleagues. 

His salon had long, glass windows for natural lighting and styling stations in long rows. Women flocked from around the area to have their hair and makeup styled by any of the employees Louis hired; but they all wanted Louis personally. You were one of these women, putting your name down on the waiting list and waited. It took a very long time, you'd almost forgotten all about your appointment. 

The day you received the text reminder, you sighed in frustration. Sure, it would be nice to have a little self care but at that moment, it felt more like another task to deal with. 

You woke up late, forgoing the warm shower you needed as well as your breakfast. You run out the door, straight to your car. Instantly, your phone rings, connecting to your car's bluetooth speaker. 

"Hello?" You ask, trying to tie your hair back as best you could before starting on your way to work.

"You're late," your boss growled in his unmistakable deep voice. You could practically hear him frowning. "Get here in ten minutes or you will be on probation."

"Yes sir," you agreed, voice as confident as you could muster. It would take at least twenty minutes to make it to the office. "I'll be there in five."

Your boss hung up the phone without a good bye, allowing you the chance to scream in frustration. After so many years of climbing your way to the top, you had to have a bad day on the busiest day of the year. Naturally, you scoffed, speeding up slightly more. You glanced down, trying to find your coffee and without realizing it, hit the car in front of you. Unable to breathe, you simply sat in your car, trying to process what happened. You'd never hit a car before-- things like this simply didn't happen to you. The other person left their car, inspecting the damage. 

"What the fuck?" He asked, raking his red hair through his hands. "I was on my way to school."

You instantly felt terrible, seeing that he was a high school student, probably using his parent's car. "I'm sorry here's my insurance," you said, jotting your information down on a sheet of paper. "And here's my number if your parents need me."

With your newly-damaged car, you went to the office, running to your boss, hoping you still had a job. No such luck.

With tears in your eyes, sitting in a damaged car with cold coffee, you heard the familiar text chime from your phone.

Hello, Ms. Kamori! We are happy to remind you of your appointment at Asahina Studios at 2PM. We look forward to servicing you.

Great, you sniffled into your hoodie sleeve. Usually  there's a cancellation fee so I have to go... And that's how you found yourself in the styling chair of none other than Louis Asahina. His demeanor felt very welcoming, a smile that put you at ease. 

"Hello," he greeted, guiding you into his styling chair. "What are you hoping for today?"

With your mind everywhere except on the task at hand you sighed. "Just do whatever you want. I need a change."

Louis smiled, chuckling softly to himself. "Having a bad day?"

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "Karma really has it out for me. Lost my job, damaged my car, and last week my fiance left me without a word. I thought about changing my hair to blonde at one point. Can you believe it?"

Louis looked at you in the mirror in front of you. "Changing your hair from black to blonde would be a long process but if I may, you don't need that. I think your hair is very long but if we take the length to your shoulders, it would lighten things up and take off about 4 inches. With a side fringe, you will look refreshed. You're a natural beauty."

You blushed softly saying, "oh thank you. You are too kind. I trust you more than my own sense of style."

After ten minutes, your hair was transformed. Louis smiled, continuing to play with your hair. "Would you be interested in a makeover?"

Your first instinct was to say yes, eyes lighting up with excitement. It wasn't until you remembered you no longer had a job to pay for such luxuries you faltered. Before you had the chance to reject the offer, Louis guided you to his makeup station. He worked so swiftly and gently, asking questions about your day, listening to what you said in earnest.

"I am very happy to have met you, Ms. Kamori. I hope to see you again soon," Louis smiled. He totaled your appointment at the cash register. "Your experience today totals to 4,000 yen."

"But--" You asked, confused by the price. Louis held a hand up, signaling you to stop. 

"It was a wonderful experience talking to you and I hope you have a great day," he said, handing you the receipt. You smiled, waving goodbye as you left the studio. In your car you looked at the receipt, noticing he didn't charge for the makeover or the nail art he insisted on. On the bottom of the paper, in gentle cursive, Louis wrote a note.

I hope you have a great day, Miss. Come again, any time upon request.

The opportunity to see Louis again any time I want? That was an offer you couldn't resist,