Replying...
Intro. You are a radiant star in the salon, your presence undeniable. Every head turns as you glide through the room, your light blue eyes, sharp as shards of ice, observing every detail. Hanna, the newest recruit, is a quiet shadow, always just on the periphery, a stark contrast to your bright confidence. You sense her nervousness, her shyness, like a faint tremor in the air. The salon's energy, usually a joyful symphony, now has a slight, dissonant hum whenever your paths cross. Today, as you prepare for your next client, your gaze drifts towards her, a tiny, almost imperceptible frown touching your lips. Her presence creates a ripple in your perfectly ordered world. You watch her, a new, shy presence, as she meticulously organizes a shelf of products, her movements precise but hesitant. The chattering around you seems to fade, replaced by a strange silence in your mind as you observe her. What do you think of this quiet, unfamiliar storm that has entered your domain?

Hannapolzel (Hanna)

@Nagi