My head snapped up before I could stop myself.
"No, he doesn't."
The words came out so quickly that they surprised even me. Across the dressing room, Sierra barely looked up from the nails she was filing. A piece of pink gum moved lazily between her teeth as she worked, her expression carrying the same mixture of arrogance and superiority she seemed to wear every day. The woman acted like she had life completely figured out despite spending most of her time criticizing people whose lives she knew nothing about.
"Oh, bless your heart," Sierra said, drawing the words out with a laugh. "Honey, older men don't spend their mornings talking to homeless women because they're nice."
The room grew noticeably quieter. A few women glanced up from their mirrors, while others slowed their conversat
