“That’s dope. You gotta be the only female barber in Bristol City. I may have to try you out. You got socials?”

She stared at me momentarily like she didn’t know if I was serious before finally responding.

“Um…yeah. I got socials. I would show you, but my phone is dead.”

“What is it? I had the hardest time finding a barber in BC.”

I pulled out my phone and swiped past all the thousand messages I had to open my Picsgram app. The congratulations weren’t important right now. Making sure I could track down this woman after she was no longer in my presence was.

“It’s um… Phileighthebarber,” she replied, her voice shaky.

“I like that.”

I handed her my phone so she could type in her username. When she handed it back, a picture of her beautiful ass holding a set of clippers was on my screen. She’d definitely downplayed herself. She had over 300,000 followers. We even had a few mutuals. I scrolled the page, checking out her work a little. A familiar face caught my attention.

“Oh shit. You cut Reggie’s hair!” I blurted out.

“Umm…yeah. I work with him a lot. You know him?”

“Yeah, we played college ball together. We play each other maybe twice a year now. His hair stays fresh, though. Now I know it was all you.”

I smiled at her, ensuring she knew the compliment was for her. She smiled shyly and then looked back on the window. She was cute in how she kept giving me a little glimpse and then looking away from me. I dug the shy shit. It was a breath of fresh air compared to the usual bold groupies that flocked toward me.

“You cut anybody on the Warhawks?” I asked.

“No. Not yet.”

“Good. I can be the first.”

She turned to look at me. Her eyes narrowed as if she was analyzing a nigga. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell a ton of thoughts were running through her mind. A ton of thoughts were running through my mind too.

“So, Carson Thomas…Is he one of your clients?”

Doug had informed me that she was his plus one tonight. I didn’t know much about Carson other than he managed a few of my teammates, was a little sweet, and left Phileigh at a party he brought her to. That last one would have me rolling up on him the next time I saw him.

“No, not a client. A blind date. Shout out to my mom for choosing such a great man… He’s gay, and he left me stranded at a party.” She chuckled sarcastically.

“You were never stranded, gorgeous, but your mom’s taste in men is questionable.”

“Real questionable.” She erupted in laughter that had me smiling from ear to ear.

“Moms know best, right?”