CASSIUS

by Alexi Ferreira

  I walk across the road to where the hairdresser is, looking up at the wall and the display window I see a gap that will hide the camera perfectly. I will need a chair or step ladder, looking into the hairdresser I see two women that I’m guessing are the hairdressers looking at me with smiles on their faces. The one that must be the client has also turned the chair she’s sitting on and is also gawking at me. Great, all I will have to do is flirt a little and I will get what I need.

  Walking through the door I smile, “Hi Ladies, I wonder if you would let me use a chair or maybe a stepladder if you have one.”

  “Oh. . . yeah, yes . . .of course.” The brunette with soft doe eyes stutters as she starts to look around.

  “And why might I ask are you going to need this?” a sultry voice says from behind me. I snap around surprised that someone would approach me without me knowing. Fuck me, I just know she’s going to be trouble, with those slanted blue eyes and the shoulder length dyed pink hair she reminds me of a pixie. Her petite body doesn’t escape my attention either, if anything I feel myself harden at her nearness. What the hell?

  “Are you the owner?” her eyes travel from my torso up to my shoulders and then finally my face, I see a slight smile lift the corner of her rosy lips, oh yeah, she’s trouble. When our eyes finally connect I feel as if someone just knocked the breath out of me. It can’t be!

  “I’m the manager” she says, “I know this is going to sound corny especially as I know I have never seen you before because I know I would definitely remember, but do I perhaps know you somehow?” Oh fuck me, I’m right. I’ve just met my mate, and I can’t fucking claim her.