The next morning, Kaleah woke up to an empty pillow next to her—it held only the still-warm imprint of a perfect head that was once there. She looked around the oversized bedroom and Tyrell was no where to be seen. It was still early—9 in the morning, at the latest. It felt like Kaleah hadn’t even slept, but she knew it was time to get up. She reluctantly hobbled out of bed, not even bothering to put her clothes back on. She exited the room, silently calling out Tyrell’s name. | She first checked his lounge, since it was only just across the hall. There was nobody in side—not even the guitars that marked the glorious night they shared. She could hear a low grunting noise through the floor and decided that it must be Tyrell downstairs. She quickly went back into the hall to head for the stairs. |
She followed the noise to every door downstairs until she could finally hear it loud enough through the thick wood. When she decided which door it was coming from, she went inside. | She walked into Tyrell’s office only to find him sweating
over a treadmill. When she entered the room, he barely looked at her. |
“I’m glad you slept okay. You were so peaceful this
morning…” Tyrell spoke softly as he folded the towel perfectly to drape it back
where it belonged. “…I didn’t want to wake you.” | He slowly stopped and turned to face her as he heard her
bare footsteps following closely behind. Kaleah looked him directly in his eyes
and, for the first time, got a real look at them without his glasses on. They
were perfect, as she would only expect. They were a magnificent shade of green
with a slight gold ring around the pupil. Kaleah fell in love with them—and
almost lost her train of thought while doing so. |
“Angel, I have never had a one-night-stand in my entire life…and I’m definitely not going to start now…” Tyrell smiled as Kaleah’s body filled instantly with warmth at the sound of his carefully thought out nickname for her. She mirrored his smile. | “So….” Kaleah found Tyrell’s strong hands in hers and rubbed
her thumbs gently across his soft skin. “What does this mean for us?” |
Tyrell put his hand across the back of Kaleah’s neck and
looked into her eyes. | Tyrell pulled Kaleah closer to his body and embraced her in a trembling hug. They stood that way, for what seemed like eternity, and neither one wanted to let go. |
They finished their conversation and Tyrell went back to his
exercise while Kaleah got dressed. |
Pulling back into her driveway felt like she had just hit a huge brick wall. Looking up at her home felt like she was staring her dreaded past square in the eyes and facing it was the last thing she wanted to do. When she was with Tyrell, it was as if she was in a fantasy—a dream land, if you will. Now, coming out of that fantasy gave Kaleah a wave of depression. The second she climbed the few steps to the front porch and got her key ready to unlock the door to get in, she missed Sam again. She hated Brianne again. She dreaded the next grocery bill and rent payment again. Everything became uneasy in a matter of an instant. |
Kaleah hauled her body up the stairs and reluctantly made
her way into her bedroom. She stopped only once to take a breath before
continuing on to her bathroom so she could shower. But, just as she turned on
the water, her cell phone started ringing. Her heart dropped at the sound of
the ring—thinking it could only be Sam. She fumbled for her phone and quickly
glanced at the caller ID before flipping it open. It wasn’t Sam’s number… |
As Kaleah entered the salon only a few seconds late, there
was nobody in sight. She walked up to the front counter where there was a pile
of folded clothes with a sticky note attached to it. The note was addressed to
her—it told her to put the clothes on. Without hesitation, Kaleah found the
bathroom and quickly got changed. When she came out in full uniform, suddenly
three employees clogged the foyer—two in which were arguing and one wearing an
awful multi-colored dress shirt. She approached the people, not realizing that
the man she had mindfully made fun of in her head was Franc Dioldo. He stuck
out his hand to shake. “Good afternoon, Ms. Morgan. Thanks for coming in.” He said
loudly, trying to over-power the voices of the arguing staff right next to
them.
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“This is how this interview is going to work.” The man spoke. “Follow me.” Kaleah obeyed. | He directed her into the next room—which was slightly
quieter than the foyer. There were two stations separated by a short wall. Each
station had an overflow of products, clothing, and makeup and a pedestal facing
a mirror. Franc hopped up onto the platform and stared at his reflection. |
She died over his grey hair and showed him how to put
contacts in his eyes. She removed his awkward tight pants and multi-colored
shirt and replaced them with newer pieces. It took about an hour, and he seemed
pleased afterwards. | Kaleah took her time before joining Maggie in the foyer, but
when she entered, the argument between her and the tattoo artist instantly
ended. |
“First things first…take that silly alligator skin uniform
off.” Maggie giggled. “It’s the most uncomfortable thing in the world!” | “This is how it’s going to work today. I’m not going to
formally train you like you typically would get trained at any other job. Being
a stylist is more than just knowing the text book—you need to have a natural
knack for pleasing a costumer. Tommy is the hardest
person to make over. You’re job today is to give him a more appealing makeover.
Don’t worry if you mess up…this task is solely to show yourself what kind of
skills you have and what you need to work on. After you change, Tommy will be
waiting at the same station Franc took you to. That’s your stations for the
next 2 months…treat it well!” |
When Kaleah came out fully clothed back in her street
clothes, Tommy was on her pedestal just like Maggie had promised. Kaleah took
one look at him before realizing why he would be challenging. His hair was
unevenly cut and matted from getting so long, his body shape was awkward and
his shoulders extremely broad. He had tattoos all over his body and wore the
ugliest clothes. |
Kaleah shocked herself with the makeover she gave Tommy. He looked…good. Even Maggie found it unbelievable, as many stylists before Kaleah had tried to give Tommy a decent makeover before, but always tended to fail. Tommy didn’t like it, but apparently he didn’t like many things. Kaleah was proud—and had believed that she had just discovered a new talent of hers.
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As if it was planned, she got a call from Tyrell soon after.
She was excited to tell him everything that just happened. | “I know this is a random question, but you wouldn’t happen
to have a drawing table would you?” Kaleah asked. “I need one to come up with
some cool fashion ideas to build a portfolio, but I know how much those things
can cost…” |
Kaleah rang the doorbell about fifty times when she arrived
at Tyrell’s house. Tyrell could sense her excitement as she ran through the
door the second he opened it. |
“Kaleah, I have never been so intrigued by someone in my entire life. You get so excited for something as simple as a drawing table. I love that about you.” He smiled. Kaleah looked up and flashed him a grin before quickly getting to work. Tyrell had no choice but to leave her be and headed to his lounge to play his guitar. |
When he finally did, Kaleah was already at the top of the
stairs with a page of paper lined up and a pencil readily sharpened. Tyrell
shook his head. “Kaleah, I have never been so intrigued by someone in my
entire life. You get so excited for something as simple as a drawing table. I
love that about you.” He smiled. Kaleah looked up and flashed him a grin before
quickly getting to work. Tyrell had no choice but to leave her be and headed to
his lounge to play his guitar. |
Kaleah spent hours in the corner drawing up her first fashion idea. |
By the time she was halfway done, it was already close to midnight. Kaleah could hear Tyrell’s guitar playing in the other room, and could tell he was getting sleepy when his notes started to turn out of key. She ignored this and kept on drawing. | It wasn’t until 2 in the morning when Kaleah finally
finished. Tyrell came out to check up on her and couldn’t believe his eyes. |
Kalaeah folded her drawing up and signed her name on the
back of it. She tucked the drawing into a folder attached to the side of the
drawing table and stood up to face Tyrell. | Seconds after he asked, Kaleah jumped up into Tyrell’s arms. |
Just as they had both assumed would happen, the two of them quickly burrowed under the covers and undressed each other perfectly. Before long, they had another amazing night and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Once again, Kaleah’s dreams were Sam free. | Kaleah woke up early the next morning. She had to be at work by 9 and needed to go home to get ready first. She woke up next to Tyrell and studied his perfect, sleeping face. ‘I could get used to this…’ Kaleah thought as she slowly and quietly go out of bed to put her clothes back on. |
A week went by and Kaleah was on top of her game. Everything had finally fallen into place for her and she was becoming quite popular at the salon.
| She was learning quickly how to cut hair, how to match an outfit to a certain body type…and that she really was okay without Sam in her life. |
She constantly stayed at Tyrell’s house—creating drawings on the drawing board mostly.
| She had all the distractions in the world to keep her heart from breaking. She had Tyrell—the perfect man. They spent hours each day talking and laughing. She had her new job and her new friends that she worked with. She had her writing, her painting, and her guitar. |
She even performed chores at Tyrell’s house to keep her stays there welcomed. It had gotten to a point where Kaleah didn’t even need to go home in the mornings before work. She brought bags of clothes over and, even though they had only been seeing each other for a couple weeks, Tyrell loved knowing that Kaleah was always around. | However, her one flaw was that she spent more time with her
new excitement of her new career than she did paying any attention to Tyrell. |
They walked and talked for half an hour before Tyrell
stopped to face her. They were drenched, but neither one really cared. | “Angel, we’ve been seeing each other for a couple of weeks
now and they have literally been the best
couple of weeks I’ve ever had in my entire life.” Tyrell smiled. Kaleah
mirrored his smile and blushed at his words. “I don’t say this much, but I
really enjoy your company—moreso than
I enjoy my guitar playing, which has always been a big deal to me.” |
Kaleah smiled and instantly leaned in to kiss Tyrell. It was
the cutest scene—the cliffs only across the street and the rain silently
falling into puddles around them. When Kaleah pulled away, she spoke softly. |