The Laughing Hairdresser PT2

Description: Her soles were soft, too soft. the kind of feet that never should’ve signed up for this gig. the laughter took over, not cute, not flirty, just raw, unfiltered, straight from the gut. the kind that leaves you breathless and half-apologizing. alison didn’t beg. didn’t need to. her soles were already doing the talking. and every word was a laugh she couldn’t stop.