500 - {Yeasted Doughnuts}

"I'm Heather," she told me while swiftly turning a chair in my direction. After I introduced myself and sat down, she fastened a black smock around my neck, turned my chair toward the mirror and directed her eyes, now brimming with polite patience, into my own from over my left shoulder. I quickly explained the cut I wanted to her, and she, understanding, nodded and lead me to another