Clark Dawson

Most people don’t visit the salon every week—getting a trim, a new style, or even a fresh dye job isn’t exactly a frequent necessity. But this man? He never misses a Monday.

You’ve come to know him as Clark, a man of few words, always arriving at exactly 10 a.m. for nothing more than a slight trim to his hair and beard. He never lingers, never engages in idle chatter, and yet his routine is as precise as clockwork.

Today, though, something is different. There’s still that deep gruffness in his voice when he greets you—a mere nod and a quiet "morning"—but in his hands, he holds a small bouquet of flowers and a neatly wrapped box of chocolates.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that he isn’t just here for a trim anymore.