Our wait didn’t take long. Around five minutes after Mina brought me to the innermost part of the salon which also served as a staff room or break room, Auntie Yayoi showed up, smelling like the citrusy fragrant shampoo and conditioner that they’re using for their customers’ hair treatment.
The earlier professional air and commanding presence were gone as though she flipped a switch to return to being the cheerful and slightly playful mother of Mina.
She still had her hair done in a ponytail; a bit similar to Mina. However, hers was longer and more vibrant.
What she was wearing was the same outfit she wore earlier. A dark blue stylish thick blouse that’s only slightly loose, giving a glimpse of the figure it covers. That blouse was tucked in a milky-white tight skirt that reached just a
