The barbershop clerk was surprised.
The woman widened her eyes, knowing that the one who came was not one of the salon's customers, most of whom were rich people, but instead the young man who was dressed in shabby clothes.
"Hey, you should be able to read the writing I put on the windshield! We do not accept buskers or any donation requests! So now you better get out of here!" expelled the woman fiercely.
But that did not make Casanova back down. He continued to walk forward, as quickly as then stood in front of the woman.
block!
Casanova clapped his own hands so that his charm ring could be seen by the fierce female employee earlier.
"Wala! How kind was your welcome, Miss?"
"Eh?"
Cups!
Casanova kissed the back of the fierce female employee's hand, then confidently sat in the salon chair facing the large mirror without being asked.
"Please, straighten my hair. Just shorten the side. While the top I want to be neatly combed to the left. Well, that's exactly what it is," Casanova pointed to a picture of one of the artists on the wall there.
The artist looks a lot like him. With blonde hair and a masculine oval face, with fair skin and glowing blue eyes.
The female employee was standing still. I don't know what he was thinking. Of course, letting a young man dressed in shabby clothes into his salon was a big mistake. He might be scolded by the salon owner if he finds out about this. However, it seemed he could not get rid of the young man either.
"Hey miss, are you going to stand there all day, or hurry to get my hair done?" said Casanova, interrupting his thoughts.
"Oh, s-well sir, I'll have your hair done to order."
As if being hypnotized, the salon employee quickly wrapped Casanova's body using a special cloth that is usually applied to customers who want to shave their hair.
He then took scissors, and a comb sprayed Casanova's blonde hair with a little water, then quickly cut the young man's hair.
Everything is done subconsciously. Like not wanting to do it, but also being unable to resist it.
This handsome young man has a magical charm that cannot be expressed in words. So that whatever comes out of his mouth seems to be an order that can't be denied!
Until not felt a few minutes later the process of shaving the hair is done.
"Wala! Perfect!" Casanova shook his head and smiled in satisfaction. Because finding his reflection in the mirror already looks more handsome.
And finally, after his hair was neatly done, the grumpy clerk told Casanova to change places, to lie down on the long chair in the corner.
"Master, I will wash your hair."
"Sure, gracias," Casanova said gratefully.
Not only a neat hairstyle, but Casanova will also get a special service, a shampoo, of course, accompanied by gentle massages in almost all parts of the head.
This barbershop is famous for its shampooing service. All of the employees are women in sexy clothes and have obtained a hairstylist certificate. So don't be surprised if the service provided is very satisfying, especially the massage, which managed to make Casanova's eyes close to enjoy it.
"Wala! How many customers have you served today?" Casanova said pleasantly.
"You are the first, sir."
"Mmm. Please don't call me Mr. Just call me Casanova."
The woman nodded.
"Then what's your name, sweetie?" Casanova opened his eyes so that with that lying position, he could see the two employees' chests moving, massaging his head.
"Honey," he said shortly, shyly.
"Honey? Oh, that name is as cute as your face, Honey. What more if you're smiling like that, "said Casanova.
Honey is getting more and more awkward. The shampooing process should have been over, but for some reason she poured the shampoo back in, causing Casanova's blonde hair to be splashed with water again.
"You have a boyfriend, Honey?"
"Eh?"
"Hahaha, that means not yet, right? Too bad. Why does a girl as cute as you still like to be alone?"
Honey couldn't answer. His hands trembled even more as he massaged Casanova's head. Even more so when the owner of the two blue eyes was staring at his chest, with a gaze that seemed like he was about to strip.
"I-I don't feel confident when I'm dealing with men," Honey finally confessed.
"Oh, so that's your problem? Hahaha, yeah, yeah, then take it easy. I can help you, Honey. If you wish, you can write down your home address. Tonight I promise to come to your house, to teach you a lesson about male secrets." Casanova winked.
"Eh? Really?"
"Yes of course. Do you know? Your guess has been right all along, that every man is full of mysteries. But, as long as you know, they must also have their weak points. And later on, you have to understand the weaknesses of every man, Honey." Casanova smiled, then closed his eyes again.
Honey was getting nervous.
The massage became more and more irregular. His hands massaged, but his mind was wandering somewhere. And that made Casanova feel uncomfortable.
Finally, Casanova told the woman to just end her service.
Honey complied, rinsed Casanova's hair, and hurriedly looked down apologetically.
"S-sorry, if my service today was not satisfactory. I think, I don't know, maybe I'm not feeling well," said the employee who had been fierce, now turned shriveled.
Casanova didn't mind that. Because he was focusing on observing the mirror in front of him, admiring his hair which was now neatly combed.
"How much do I have to pay for your service today, Honey?" Casanova asked, his eyes still on the mirror in front of him.
Honey looked down. Nod slowly.
"Y-you don't have to pay for it," he said quietly.
"Wala! Why is that?"
Honey handed him a piece of paper.
"Promise to come to my house, Casanova."
"Perfect!"
Casanova smiled faintly. Kiss the girl's cheek. Stare into his eyes for a moment. Then leave the barbershop.
It's still sunny out there.
Now that her hair has become neat, Casanova has become more confident. He threw his thin brown hat in the trash, feeling that he no longer needed it.
"Goodbye, Slum Hat. Thank you for accompanying me all this time. But sadly, now, your Master doesn't need you anymore. Hahahaha!"
The handsome young man then walked in the middle of the crowd of shops. And every time he finds a mirror, he always stops for a moment, to correct the direction of his hair using his fingers.
People walk by. Busy shopping in shop stalls. No one was watching him. But Casanova felt the whole world was facing him. He seemed to be the most handsome man in the world, and became the center of attention of all humans!
"Hahaha! Hi, Bella… good morning."
"Hey, Bella! Bella! Hahahaha..."
That's ridiculous!
Casanova continued to walk happily until he came to a park located in the middle of Venice City,
He then decided to sit on a small bench near the trash can.
For a moment the young man folded one leg, then reached into his trouser pocket to take out a piece of paper that he just got from Honey.
Slowly his eyes spelled the address.
"Glamour Street. 3rd-floor apartment, room number 33." Casanova smiled.
"Wala! Looks like you live in a pretty elite area, Honey."
Then, Casanova crumpled the sheet of paper, and threw it in the trash, because he had already recorded the address inside the head.