Devon

"Life's an adventure, right? I'll take the session with Devon." Abbie remembered that she had once been to Renew with a girlfriend from work (Nina from imports) and Nina did not enjoy her foot rub from Vicki.

Abbie took a seat in the waiting area, but knew it wouldn't be long. The receptionist picked up her phone, pressed a few buttons, and said something. She glanced at Abbie, said something else (she was too far away for Abbie to hear her), and then hung up. She stood, and said (now loudly), "Devon will be right out."

Abbie smiled and looked hard at the receptionist, trying desperately to remember her name. She was about the same age as Abbie, had blonde curly hair, and a very bubbly energy. Abbie admired how she was able to stay positive and upbeat this late in the day.

A man emerged from the back, and walked up to the receptionist's desk. He was a little smaller than average height, dark hair and tan skin. Abbie didn't want to make assumptions, but considered that he might be Latino. The man and the receptionist got to some flirty small talk, and Abbie wondered what they might be chatting about. They looked like they were having a fun conversation.

The man then walked around the reception desk toward Abbie. "Abbie?" he said.

"Yes, that's me." She stood up.

"I'm Devon. It's nice to meet you." They shook hands. "Let's head back into Room 2, and we'll begin."

Devon, massage therapist at Renew Foot Spa

Devon turned, gave a smile to the receptionist, and led Abbie through a door in the back.