Yvette rolled out of bed, barefeet hitting the cold floor and making her shiver. Her dirty blonde, messy wavy hair fell into her face as she made her way over to the shower and began her morning ritual. In two hours, she’d transformed, out of pjs and into some flared jeans over some chunky heels. Her shirt was long seeved, white button up and collared, and her hair was pressed back by a black headband leaving her blonde tresses to fall behind her ears and down her back. Her light green eyes had been played up with makeup, and she wore a pearl ring and silver watch on one arm, pearl earrings in her ears. 

She sat down at her kitchen table where a little white black and white tv set with annoying long antenna played, while she ate her cereal and watched. She wasn’t scheduled to work today for Dessange Hair Salon, but she knew she could be called in if a high profile client walked in and asked for her or something. She didn’t feel she was anything special, but some people were very particular about their hair who touches it. 

Yvette finished her breakfast and pulled out her planner, not thinking she actually had anything to do today that she could remember. She flipped to her contacts section and stared at the phone numbers of people she barely talked to, letting out a small sigh. She was just no good at being social. She shut the book and grabbed her purse instead. She should just walk up and down the streets, try to find something to do, meet new people, check out more local places. And with that, she stepped out of her apartment and locked the door.