Literature
Sensory (Hairdresser!Poland x Reader)
You twist a strand of hair around your finger, almost going cross-eyed as you examine the split-ends. Ugh.
You slouch a little in your seat, feeling scruffier and scruffier as you sit there, watching all of the other people waiting to get up to be beautified. The room smells like hairspray and, over the sound of the radio, the raspy snip of scissors fills the air. You knew you'd left it too long to come here, but one thing lead to another and you just never seemed able to find the time. There's something about the cool, polished salon that's almost vaguely intimidating to you, mirrors situated around the room, showing you your anxious expres