The salon workers did not react when two teenagers walked in for service, one acting like a middle-aged woman. They seemed to just accept it.
Jon let himself relax as the attendant talked about nail strengthening, polish colors, and hair lengthening techniques. He trusted whatever they were going to do with him.
At the same time, Zoe was talking a mile a minute about what she wanted. She had already planned it out.
By the time they were done, they'd even warmed up Zoe's pale complexion into something more tan. She was starting to look more like one of the cheerleaders.
And Jon...he certainly could be mistaken for a woman...if you needed to have your eyeglass prescription checked.
