Hair Out The way

"You need to deal with your hair." Susan said to Jean after their second workout.

"Sorry. It's longer then I'm used to." Jean replied, brushing a bit of his hair out of the way. It wasn't long; far from it. With all the sweat and movement, however, it kept getting in his eyes and interrupting his workouts.

"No problem. It's your workout. Just trying to help." Susan said, smiling. It was a different demeanor to her usual **** driver attitude.

Jean rubbed his legs, not used to them being the sorest part of his body after workout, and walked out to his vehicle. A quick search on his phone for 'Hair' directed him to a nearby salon. They'd have haircuts, certainly.

"Just a shave on the sides? Sounds good." The middle-aged man said, patting the seat for Jean. A voice came from nowhere.

"Reignald, a second." The older woman's voice said.

"Sure ma." He replied.

Beatrix, the salon owner, was of a philosophy opposite to her sons. Reignald saw a problem, and solved it, then got paid for his solution. Beatrix, his mother, believed in 'giving a man a fish to keep him coming back', otherwise known as solving one problem for a customer, but creating another, to keep business. That was how one got constant business to their salon.

"I'll handle this customer. You just tend to the counter." Beatrix said, getting a nod from him.

"Reignald told me you wanted to deal with your hair." Beatrix said to Jean.

"Sure do. Getting in the way when I workout." Jean replied, and then followed Beatrix to the back, enjoying the wash and brushing. Not one to question an expert, Jean sat their patiently, imagining that a simple haircut was taking longer then normal. Eventually, Beatrix made him stand up, and then put his head into a hair dryer.

"Just a simple haircut." Reignald said as he checked out Jean. Beatrix stepped in "Want to schedule a followup in two weeks?"

"Sure." Jean said, feeling the back of his head, the prominent ponytail swaying on the back of his head. He left, none the wiser about his hair extensions.

"Ma, why'd you give her hair extensions when she wanted a haircut?" Reignald questioned.

"She just wanted the hair dealt with. Giving it enough length to be a ponytail dealt with it, and means we have a repeat customer." Beatrix said, smiling like a predator.

Jean took out his ponytail on stream, allowing the now dry hair to sit comfortably on his shoulders. His viewers seemed to be enjoying everything he was putting out, and he forgot about his need for a haircut at all. By nights end, he'd had 75 viewers, with 15 subscribers, and he felt good about the future. Eating the meal Susan had told him, Jean relaxed on his bed, and thought of the future, blowing the now back length black hair out of the way.