It was a busy-looking room. A room dominated by white and looked messy. In it, many people pass by with their own businesses.
A tall man with an athletic body sat on a chair. In front of him, a woman was doing her makeup, and behind her, another woman was doing her hair.
Her light brown eyes seemed to glow because they were exposed to the very bright dressing table lamp. The makeup on his face was just to emphasize all the sharp curves that already existed because his face could already be described as 'PERFECT'.
"Is it done yet?" asked a bald man with oval glasses perched loosely on the bridge of his nose. He wore a long scarf which was his mandatory accessory at work.
"It will be finished soon," The hairdresser replied.
The man rolled his eyes. "Hurry up. We are pressed for time. Can you ladies work more professionally?" he said as he walked away with her feminine steps.
"Ugh… Sucks," muttered the makeup artist with an irritated face.
