Chapter 3: A Seat in the Chair
The manager quickly tried to fix her mistake, pulling out the premier leather chair. ""Mr. Durant, please! Allow our senior stylist to handle—""
""No,"" Stuart interrupted gently, holding up a rough hand. He turned to Leo. ""You offered to help me when you thought I had nothing. You are the only one who touches my hair today.""
Leo felt a surge of pride and humility. He guided Stuart to his chair, wrapping the black cape around the old man's shoulders. As Leo picked up his shears, the atmosphere in the salon shifted entirely. The superficial luxury was replaced by real, grounded human connection.
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