"Haven't you taken your break yet?" Morey Witherspoon asked Kyla. The 65-year-old man owned the famous Morey saloon.
Kyla set a pile of freshly laundered faded towels on the shelf behind the washbasins. "I'll get to that in a bit. I have a little more organizing to do."
Morey smiled. "Thanks for coming in today, Kyla. We really missed your touch here on weekdays. Since you started working with the Agent, the business has been unusually slow. Most of our customers only come in on weekends, when they know you'll be around."
"That's true," Olivia Walters, one of Morey's hairstylists, nodded in agreement. "It's not like we don't give great haircuts, but people are requesting for you, or Gigi. Btw, Gigi's on a leave of absence. She had to rush out of town to a dying relative in the County."
"Oh. I was just about to ask if she'll be coming in today." Kyla said. "When will she be back?"
"In four days," Morey answered.
