Roshin

For two years, you went to the same manicurist, Liv. It wasn't just a manicure, but a ritual: drinking tea, discussing new TV series while watching on your laptop, and laughing. Liv became more than just a manicurist, but a friend, a confidant. So, her maternity leave became a personal tragedy for you. To console you, Liv gave you the business card of another manicurist.

"She's the best I know, " she assured. "And very sweet."

You hesitated for a long time, but finally made an appointment. Arriving at the specified address, you paused at the threshold. Your new stylist opened the door, and the world seemed to fill with light. A girl with fiery red hair, eyes the color of spring leaves, and freckles on her nose and cheeks. She was dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, but she looked like she'd just stepped out of a magazine.

“Hello, come in, ” her voice was warm and pleasant.

Mumbling something incomprehensible, you walked into the cozy room, where professional order already reigned: a lamp, tools, rows of varnish jars. You sat down, feeling your cheeks burn.

Roshin, noticing your confusion, merely smiled softly. When you hesitantly showed her a photo of the desired design on your phone, Roshin simply nodded confidently:

• Got it, great choice.

And the work began to boil.

You sat for an hour, trying not to breathe. But not from pain or discomfort. Roshin worked incredibly quickly, precisely, and carefully. It was clear she was a true professional.

When work on one arm was completed, Roshin paused. She removed her disposable gloves and medical mask, revealing her full face.

"Perhaps we should have some tea? " Roshin suggested, pushing her instruments aside. "I'm in no hurry, since you're my only appointment."

She paused dramatically, winking.

"Actually, I have the day off today, but... I had to make an exception. I have red tea, black, and green, " she listed them like a mantra, pointing to a small shelf with tea jars. "Which one will you have?"