Working In A Beauty Salon - Part 1

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Synopsis - Hugo just started a new job handling maintenance for a beauty salon. But with his long, flowing hair, delicate features, and soft-spoken nature, it’s not just his handyman skills that catch attention. Perhaps there are other, more feminine ways he could be of use.

Hugo slumped into the worn-out couch of his small apartment, his head falling back as he let out a long, exhausted sigh. His arms ached, his legs felt like lead, and his shirt was stained with dust and grease. The heavy scent of sawdust still clung to his clothes, a bitter reminder of the job he had just walked away from.

Three years. Three miserable years working at Everett’s Hardware. The pay was barely enough to cover rent, the hours were grueling, and worst of all, his coworkers—gruff, loud-mouthed men who treated him as an outsider. Hugo had always been different from them. He wasn’t burly, didn’t enjoy crude jokes, and had never been interested in weekend hunting trips or beer-fueled football nights. While they laughed and bonded over tales of fixing up cars and building furniture, Hugo found himself shrinking into the background.

It wasn’t just that he didn’t fit in—it was that they noticed. They called him soft, teased him for his long, naturally wavy hair, and made remarks about how his delicate features made him look like he “should be working in a beauty parlor instead of a hardware store.” He had tried to laugh it off at first, but the comments never stopped. He wasn’t one of them, and he never would be.

That morning had been the final straw. The store manager, Dale, had assigned him to unload a new shipment of lumber—alone. The task was meant for at least two people, but Dale, with his usual smirk, had told Hugo to "man up" and handle it himself. The moment he felt his back scream in protest after lifting one heavy plank too many, he realized he was done.

Hugo hadn’t planned to quit then and there, but the words had slipped out before he could stop them. “I’m not doing this anymore.”

Dale had laughed. The other workers had laughed. “Where else you gonna go, kid?” Dale had sneered. “A nail salon?”

Hugo hadn’t even bothered responding. He’d dropped the work gloves onto the counter, turned on his heel, and walked out. It was the first time in his life he had quit something without a backup plan, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

Now, reality was starting to settle in.

His bank account wasn’t exactly prepared for unemployment, and finding another job wouldn’t be easy. The idea of returning to another soul-sucking retail position made his stomach turn. But what else was there? He had no degree, no particular skills aside from fixing things, and no idea what he wanted to do with his life.

His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. He glanced at the screen. Bella.

His older sister had a sixth sense for knowing when he was spiraling. He debated ignoring it, but the last thing he wanted was her showing up at his door unannounced.

“Hey,” he answered, trying to keep his voice even.

“You quit, didn’t you?”

Hugo sighed. “Yeah.”

A pause. Then, Bella’s voice softened. “Good. You hated that place.”

“I still need money,” he muttered.

“You’ll figure it out. But first, you need a reset. And I know just the thing.”

Hugo frowned. “Bella—”

“No arguments,” she cut in. “I’m taking you to Lush & Luxe tomorrow. My treat.”

He blinked. “The salon? Why?”

“Because you look like a cave-dweller. You haven’t had a proper haircut in years, and you could use some pampering after what you’ve been through.” Her tone left no room for discussion. “Besides, you love that kinda stuff, don’t you?”

Hugo felt his face heat. He had always taken care of his hair and skin more than most guys, though he never spoke about it openly. Bella, of course, knew.

“It’s not that bad,” he muttered.

“I’ll see you at noon,” she said cheerfully. “And who knows? Maybe a fresh look will bring a fresh start.”

Before he could argue, the call ended.

Hugo let out another sigh and stared at the ceiling. A salon trip wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but Bella was right about one thing. He did need a reset.

The next day, Hugo sat in the passenger seat of Bella’s car, staring out the window as they drove through the city. The afternoon sun bathed the streets in warm light, but inside the car, the atmosphere felt heavier.

Bella was humming softly to the music playing from the radio, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she noted.

Hugo shrugged. “Just… thinking.”

Bella let out a short laugh. “Uh-oh. That’s dangerous.”

He shot her a look, but she just grinned. “I know you, Hugo. You’re probably overanalyzing every little thing—what you should’ve said, what you could’ve done differently. But quitting that job was the right move. You were miserable.”

“Yeah, but I don’t have a backup plan,” he muttered.

“You’ll figure it out,” she said confidently. “We always do.”

That last sentence lingered between them for a moment. Hugo knew exactly what she meant—because they’d been here before.

Bella sighed, her voice growing softer. “You know, when Mom and Dad split, I thought our lives were over.”

Hugo turned his head slightly, surprised by the shift in conversation.

“I mean, we were what? I was fourteen, you were ten? One day, we had a house, a dad, and a normal life, and the next…” She shook her head. “He was gone. And Mom was just… lost.”

Hugo felt a familiar weight settle in his chest. Their father had walked out one evening and never looked back, leaving their mother to raise them alone. The divorce had been quick, brutal, and left them with nothing.

“We struggled,” Bella continued. “I remember how Mom would sit at the kitchen table, staring at bills like she could make them disappear by sheer willpower.”

Hugo nodded. He remembered those nights, too. Nights when dinner was a single can of soup split between three people. When their mother worked two jobs just to keep a roof over their heads.

“And I remember you,” Bella added, her voice full of warmth. “How you always tried to cheer Mom up, even when you were just a kid. You’d make her those little cards, or do her hair when she was too exhausted to care.” She smiled at the memory. “God, you were always so gentle. So different from other boys.”

Hugo felt his face heat up. “I was just trying to help.”

“You did,” she said firmly. “More than you know.”

Silence filled the car for a moment, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that came from understanding, from shared history.

Bella sighed. “Look, I know you feel lost right now. But we’ve been through worse. And you’re not alone, okay?”

Hugo nodded slowly. “Yeah… I know.”

“Good.” She smirked. “Now, let’s get you looking less like a depressed lumberjack and more like a functioning human being.”

Hugo groaned. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“You have no idea,” she said with a wink as they pulled into the parking lot of Lush & Luxe Salon.

The bell chimed as Bella pushed open the glass door of Lush & Luxe Salon, and Hugo was immediately hit by the scent of lavender, citrus, and expensive hair products. The air was warm, filled with the gentle hum of blow dryers, the soft chatter of stylists and clients, and the occasional snip of scissors slicing through hair.

Everything about the place screamed luxury—from the plush pink-and-gold chairs to the massive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The walls were lined with sleek mirrors, reflecting images of women reclining in salon chairs, sipping complimentary cucumber water while stylists worked their magic.

Hugo suddenly felt very, very out of place.

“This is… a little fancy,” he muttered under his breath.

Bella grinned, nudging him forward. “Relax. It’s just a haircut, not a royal coronation.”

Before he could protest, a cheerful voice called out, “Bella! Over here!”

Hugo turned to see a woman approaching them—petite, with blonde hair in a sleek bob and wearing a stylish black jumpsuit. She looked like she belonged in a fashion magazine, not a salon.

“Kate!” Bella beamed, pulling the woman into a quick hug. “How’s my favorite stylist?”

“Busy as always,” Kate replied, before turning her bright blue eyes to Hugo. “And you must be the famous little brother.”

Hugo forced a polite smile. “Uh, yeah. Hugo.”

Kate looked him up and down, her gaze settling on his long, slightly unruly dark hair. “Wow, Bella wasn’t kidding. You’ve got gorgeous hair.”

Hugo scratched the back of his neck, suddenly self-conscious. “Thanks, I guess?”

“So,” Kate continued, leading him toward a sleek black chair, “what are we doing today? A trim? A new style? Maybe some layers to bring out that natural wave?”

Hugo hesitated, glancing at Bella as if she could answer for him. He had never been to a salon this fancy before—he usually just cut his own hair or went to some no-nonsense barbershop where they barely asked what he wanted.

“I, uh… I don’t know,” he admitted, feeling ridiculous.

Kate’s expression softened. “First time in a place like this?”

He nodded, embarrassed.

“Don’t worry,” she said with a reassuring smile. “I’ll take care of you. We’ll keep it simple—just clean it up a bit, make it more manageable. No drastic changes, unless you want one.”

Hugo relaxed slightly. “Yeah… that sounds good.”

Kate gestured toward the shampoo station. “Great. First, let’s get you washed up.”

As Hugo followed her, he couldn’t shake the nervous energy bubbling in his stomach. It was just a haircut

Hugo sank into the plush leather chair at the shampoo station, trying not to flinch as Kate draped a soft towel around his shoulders. The gentle warmth of the water cascading through his hair was surprisingly soothing, and for a moment, he let himself relax.

Kate’s fingers worked expertly, massaging his scalp with a fragrant shampoo that smelled like vanilla and jasmine. “So, Hugo,” she began casually, “Bella says you just left your job?”

He tensed slightly, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Yeah… hardware store. Didn’t work out.”

Kate hummed sympathetically. “Retail can be rough. Did you have anything else lined up?”

Hugo shook his head, feeling the weight of his uncertainty pressing down on him again. “Not yet. I’m still… figuring things out.”

“Well, good for you for getting out of a bad situation,” Kate said, her tone warm. “A lot of people stay in miserable jobs because they’re scared to make a change.”

“Didn’t feel like I had a choice,” he admitted. “Couldn’t stand it anymore.”

She rinsed the shampoo from his hair, the warm water washing away the suds and, somehow, a bit of his tension. “Sometimes, hitting rock bottom just means you’ve got a solid foundation to build something new,” Kate said wisely.

Hugo almost chuckled at that. “Never thought of it that way.”

As she moved on to a conditioning treatment, Kate continued, “So, what do you want to do next?”

“That’s the problem,” Hugo sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t have a degree or any real skills. Just… fixing things, I guess.”

Kate paused for a moment, her fingers still working through his hair. “Fixing things, huh? Like plumbing, electrical, that sort of stuff?”

He nodded, eyes closing as the conditioner’s coolness settled on his scalp. “Yeah, pretty much. It’s what I did at the hardware store.”

A thoughtful hum escaped Kate. “You know, we’ve actually been looking for someone to help out around here. A sort of maintenance person—fixing leaks, touching up paint, that kind of thing.”

Hugo’s eyes opened, blinking up at her in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Kate confirmed with a grin. “It’s mostly small stuff, but it can pile up, and none of us are exactly handy with tools. Lila—she owns the place—was just talking about it last week.”

The thought of working in a salon was so far removed from Hugo’s usual environment that it almost seemed laughable. But then again, what did he have to lose? It wasn’t like he had other offers pouring in.

“I wouldn’t even know where to start,” he admitted.

“Well, let me finish up your haircut first,” Kate replied, guiding him back to the styling chair. “Then I’ll introduce you to Lila. She’s super sweet, and I bet she’d be happy to have someone as reliable as you.”

Hugo glanced at Bella, who was watching with an encouraging smile. “See?” she mouthed. “Told you.”

As Kate worked, Hugo couldn’t help but feel a mix of nerves and curiosity. He had never been in a salon like this before—where the focus wasn’t just on chopping off hair but on shaping, styling, and perfecting every strand. The precision with which Kate moved her scissors was almost mesmerizing, and he found himself relaxing under her careful touch.

“So,” Kate said conversationally, “you’ve always had long hair, huh?”

Hugo nodded. “Yeah. I never really liked it short. Feels weird.”

“Well, you’ve got great hair,” Kate complimented. “Thick, soft, nice natural wave… We just need to clean it up a little, give it some shape.”

He wasn’t sure what giving it shape meant, but he trusted Kate—at least, as much as someone could trust a person holding sharp scissors near their head.

As she continued snipping away, Hugo noticed that she was taking extra care with the ends, cutting them in soft, delicate layers. It wasn’t like the rough, choppy trims he had done himself or the basic cuts he had gotten at barbershops. Instead, it felt… precise.

Feminine, even.

“Uh,” he hesitated, shifting in his seat. “You’re not cutting too much, right?”

Kate laughed lightly. “Relax, I’m not shaving your head. I’m just shaping it a little—giving you a softer look. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

Hugo swallowed hard. Softer look? That sounded suspiciously like something a girl would get. But he didn’t stop her. Maybe it was because of the way she spoke so confidently, or maybe because he didn’t have the heart to object when she seemed so determined to make him look good.

When she finally put down her scissors and stepped back, she beamed. “Okay, all done!”

Hugo turned toward the mirror and blinked.

His hair was… different.

It wasn’t short—it still reached past his shoulders—but now it framed his face more delicately, the ends feathered in soft layers that made his natural waves stand out. His hair had never looked this polished before. It had a certain bounce, a certain effortless flow to it.

And, if he was being honest… it did look kind of nice.

But it was definitely more styled than he was used to—more refined, more elegant. Maybe even a little… feminine.

“Well?” Kate prompted, watching his reaction.

Hugo hesitated. He wasn’t sure what to say. He liked it, but he also felt strange about how different he looked.

Bella clapped her hands together. “Oh my God, Hugo, you look amazing!”

Kate grinned. “See? Told you a little shape would work wonders.”

Hugo ran a hand through his hair. It felt lighter, softer.

“I… guess it’s nice,” he admitted slowly.

Kate winked. “That’s a guy way of saying, ‘Wow, I look fantastic.’”

Bella laughed, and Hugo just rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t deny that a small part of him did feel a little more put together.

Hugo stared at his reflection in the salon mirror, running a hand through his freshly styled hair. It was different—softer, neater, more refined than he was used to. It reminded him of something… or rather, someone.

His mother.

Growing up, their mom never had the money for salon visits. Every dollar went toward rent, food, and keeping the lights on. Haircuts were a luxury they couldn’t afford.

So, she never cut Hugo’s hair.

At first, it wasn’t intentional—just something that got put off, month after month. But as time passed, his dark hair grew long and thick, and his mother and Bella took it upon themselves to maintain it.

He could still picture those nights—him sitting on a stool in the kitchen while his mother carefully brushed through the knots with slow, deliberate strokes. “You’ve got such beautiful hair, Hugo,” she would say, running her fingers through the strands. “Just like your father’s was.”

Bella would tease him, calling him “Little Prince,” but she helped too. She’d braid his hair when it got in his eyes or tie it back before school. It had never felt girly to him—just normal. Just something they did to take care of each other.

But outside their home, it was different.

Kids at school would make fun of him. Teachers would assume he was a girl. And their father—before he left—used to grumble about it. “You should cut that damn hair,” he’d say, scowling. “You look ridiculous.”

But their mom would never let him.

“Your hair is yours,” she told him once. “Not his. You don’t have to change just because someone else thinks you should.”

Hugo never forgot that.

Even now, sitting in this elegant salon, with his hair styled in a way that felt both strange and familiar, he realized something—this was the first time a professional had ever touched his hair.

Kate watched him through the mirror, her expression softer now, as if she could sense the memories swirling in his head. “You okay?” she asked.

Hugo blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. He nodded. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”

She smiled. “Well, I think this style suits you. You’ve got the perfect features for it.”

Bella nudged him. “Told you it was a good idea.”

Hugo exhaled, looking at himself one more time.

As Hugo stepped away from the salon chair, still adjusting to the feel of his freshly styled hair, Bella and Kate exchanged a knowing glance.

“You look great,” Bella said with a smirk, nudging his arm.

“Yeah, yeah,” Hugo muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about his new look—it was definitely more polished than he was used to—but he couldn’t deny that Kate had done a good job.

Before he could dwell on it too much, another voice joined the conversation.

“Well, well. Who’s this handsome new client?”

Hugo turned toward the voice and saw a woman approaching them. She was in her mid-to-late twenties, effortlessly stylish, with voluminous dark curls and a confident stride. Her deep brown eyes sparkled with amusement as she gave him an appraising look.

“This is Lila,” Kate introduced with a grin. “She owns the place.”

Hugo felt suddenly self-conscious under her sharp gaze. Lila had an air of authority about her, but unlike the overbearing managers he had dealt with at his old job, she carried it with charm and warmth.

“Ah, so this is Bella’s famous little brother,” Lila said, tilting her head. “Kate was just telling me you’re good with tools.”

Hugo blinked. “Uh, yeah. I guess so.”

Lila folded her arms, clearly intrigued. “We could use someone like you around here. You’d be surprised how many things break in a beauty salon—leaky sinks, flickering lights, even the shampoo chairs give us trouble sometimes. Our last handyman was a disaster, and we’ve been looking for someone reliable.”

Hugo hesitated, glancing at Bella. “I mean… I don’t have much experience beyond fixing stuff at my old job.”

“That’s more than enough,” Lila said with a wave of her hand. “Honestly, half the job is just being willing to help and not vanishing when we need you.”

Kate snorted. “Our last guy disappeared for two hours one time just because we asked him to fix a clogged drain.”

Hugo couldn’t help but smirk. “Sounds like a real professional.”

“Right?” Lila rolled her eyes before focusing back on him. “So, what do you say? Part-time at first, flexible hours. We’ll pay you fairly, and you’ll be around good company.”

Hugo hesitated. A week ago, he had quit a job that made him miserable with no plan for what came next. And now, completely by accident, he was being offered something new—something different.

A salon wasn’t exactly where he had pictured himself working. But then again… he had never pictured himself here at all.

“Alright,” he said finally. “I’ll give it a shot.”

Lila grinned, extending a hand. “Welcome to Lush & Luxe, Hugo.”

As he shook her hand, Bella beamed beside him. “Told you things would work out.”

Hugo wasn’t sure if she was right just yet. But as he stood there, surrounded by the soft hum of the salon and the scent of flowers and hair products, he had to admit—maybe this was the start of something good.