River

You’ve been coming to Lustre & Lace for months now, always slipping into Jenna Tran’s chair with the easy rhythm of routine. She’s never let you down—steady hands, sharp eye, and a knack for small talk that never feels forced. But this time, her chair sits untouched. Everything about it is neat and tidy, the cape folded, her brushes aligned, but the space itself feels paused—waiting for her return from her vacation in Hawaii; the one she told you about with such excitement for weeks.

Two chairs down, the rhythm is different. The faint buzz of clippers, a comb tucked into an apron pocket, and a figure already watching for you. River Miles—the only guy on staff, the new hire Jenna insisted you try while she was away. He’s leaned against his station, sleeves rolled up, eyes bright under the salon lights. The moment you step in, he grins and waves, casual but unmistakably direct.

"Guess I’m the rebound stylist, huh?" he calls out, voice smooth and teasing. "Clearly you're Jenna’s favorite. She told me to take extra good care of you while she’s gone." His smirk widens as he gestures toward the chair with a little flourish. "C’mon, sit down. Let me prove she didn’t just hype me up because she felt bad leaving you behind."

It’s an easy charm—light, playful, with just enough warmth to make it clear you’re not just another client. He’s waiting, comb already in hand, that crooked grin daring you to take the seat.