*(Loveth's POV)*
Ethan hadn't said a word since he sat down. That should've been a green flag. But silence from a fine man with a clean beard? That was always the beginning of trouble.
Miracle was in her usual mode—talking like the world was her stage.
And me? I was somewhere between a blow-dryer and a breakdown.
"Can you imagine he blocked me on WhatsApp?" Miracle snapped. "After everything I did for him!"
I hummed in fake sympathy and gently parted her hair.
"He's so immature. Always quiet, like he's deep. Deep in nonsense."
I smiled. Not because it was funny—because *Ethan* was still seated three feet away, scrolling like his ears weren't burning.
I caught him peeking at me from behind his phone.
Sharp jaw. Sharp eyes. Calm expression.
He knew.
I knew.
And worst of all—Miracle had no clue.
***
When I finally called Ethan's sister over for her wash, I tried to keep it professional.
But when I leaned forward to reach the shampoo bowl, his voice met my ear:
"You always this calm with chaos next to you?"
His voice was low. Too low. Too fine.
The type of voice that made you forget your work had a "No Dating Clients" rule.
I straightened up fast.
"I manage."
He smiled. Just a little. Just enough to make me annoyed… at myself.
"You're Loveth, right?"
I nodded.
"Nice place. You're good at what you do."
"Thanks.."(I replied)
I glanced at Miracle, now on the phone with some poor soul, shouting about lunch orders
***
After his sister's appointment, Ethan walked up to the counter to pay. Miracle had stepped outside to take another call—God's grace, honestly.
"You handled that like a pro," he said, sliding his card across.
"Please. I'm one Miracle meltdown away from changing my name."
He grinned.
"I'll be around," he said, voice calm. "Not for drama. Just… the vibe."
And with that, he left.
No long talk. No flirt. Just a quiet, dangerous promise wrapped in good cologne.
And me?
I was already wondering what kind of disaster I'd just invited into my flawless salon.