As we entered the salon, there were a few women getting their hair fixed but what caught my eye was the beautiful woman wearing a black dress in her forties or so, sitting on one of the sofas in the center as she gets her nails painted.
“Is that her?” I asked Rush and before he had the chance to reply to me, the beautiful woman stood up and quickly run to us, shrieking in excitement.
“Oh my!” Her eyes were widened in shock as she hugged her son like it was the first time in years she had seen him. Which I think is true. She looked intimidating earlier but now that she’s smiling, it’s refreshing.
“Mom, we are in public…” Rush said to her mother.
“What can I say?
“So you’re a mama’s boy huh…” I whispered to Rush, to which he rolled his eyes. Rush’s mom seemed to notice me as she glances
