The scratch of the nail file against the acrylics on his own hand were soft, articulate and filled with precision. He'd been doing this for many years before coming to Everwood, wanting to have sharp nails to keep himself safe. Sure, his ex hated it, but this is why he fully embraced it now. Weapons, that's what they were.
Hearing the bell ring gently at the door of Beautello, he looked over with a smile and a slight wiggle of his fingers as a wave. He stood up, walking over to the host counter and smirked. "How can we make you stunning today?"
"Could you save a poor darling, my friend? Broke a nail doing inventory and its been a stressful day - figured the cure was a proper manicure far away from carboard boxes and jar of pickle relish and mustard. Can’t be more stunning than you, Ryder.” Imogen smile despite the pain radiating in their finger, nearly ready to cry at the broken nail. “How has your shift been, people treating you alright? If not you send them my way, make their chili extra spicy or the salt may go missing on their table”
