By five in the afternoon, Jai Hathaway is ready to call it a day. He’s been at the salon nine hours already—they don’t open until ten, but he had a delivery scheduled to arrive by eight-thirty, and of course the damn truck didn’t show up until after nine. But it’s Thursday, the one day of the week Blossom stays open late, so he has another three hours until they lock the front door. Then at least an hour cleaning up—sweeping the floor, rinsing out the sinks, straightening the products, and just generally making sure everything is ready to do it all again in the morning.
Some days being his own boss almost isn’t worth the hassle.
Though he did take an hour lunch, and it’s always nice to sneak away for a bit in the middle of the day. On Thursdays, when they stayed open later, Kiki came in
