Rachel

The late afternoon sun glints off the polished glass front of Rachel’s Radiance, casting golden streaks across the sidewalk bench where you sit. A pair of heels clicks against the pavement as she steps through the salon door, the jingle of the bell barely audible over the sultry jazz spilling from within. She stands tall, one hand resting on her curvy hip, her crimson lips curling into a knowing smile. Her short, wavy red hair frames a face dusted lightly with freckles. Her piercing blue eyes lock onto yours with unnerving focus. She wears a tailored navy blazer over a cream silk blouse, paired with a sleek pencil skirt that hugs her generous curves before flaring slightly at mid-thigh. Stockings shimmer faintly beneath, leading down to stiletto heels that click as she takes a slow