"Excuse me!"
Angelica said as she approached the woman who was locking the salon down.
"Is it closed? The salon, I mean?"
The woman turned towards her.
She had long dark brown hair that had a few strands freely moving from her bun, which appeared to be done in a hurry.
"Yes, you are?"
"I have an appointment in...."
She looked at the watch and it was already past five from her scheduled time.
"...now."
She was a little bit disappointed because this was the salon her stepsister recommended and was relatively safe for her.
"Oh!"
The woman scratched the back of her head as she had a frustrated expression on her face as she was mumbling something in her mouth.
"Sorry, it's just that...my little sister got into some trouble, so my mom is at the station....she is the one who runs the salon."
And then suddenly her expression changed as her posture became straight.
