Marley smiled widely, excited at the idea of doing something new. She'd only ever gotten haircuts when it was necessary. Her hair was getting long now, too, down to the middle of her back. She'd let it go the last couple months. When Dean sauntered in from the back room, Marley quickly scrambled away with the cart of clean dishes before he could catch her wasting time. She knelt to put the pots and pans in their proper places under the prep counter, shifting over to not block the pathway for the busy cooks and other kitchen staff. She watched his shoes come up in front of her, his hip lean against the counter, "Hazel."
She stood and smiled at him, winded by the busy, crowded atmosphere, "Yes?"
"Come with me. I've got a job for you." She passed by Eve who placed a fist outside of her mout
