Another crazy day for her to adjust to. She never anticipated so many people coming in and out. She never got this much recognition at Lather. She shrugged it off, and turned her gaze over to the group of people sitting in the 'waiting area'.

"Who's next?" she asked, and a red haired girl stood, smiling. She walked over, and nodded as she walked to the chair.

"I hope I get to go next," a voice said, and when she turned, she locked eyes with Jenny. She smiled.

"Jenny. Hey."

"Hey, Shane." Shane looked over at the girl in the chair and then back at Jenny.

"I'll definitely take you next." Jenny smiled and nodded, taking the closest chair to the station. Shane grabbed her scissors and comb, slowly brushing while the girl described the look she wanted. A little off the top, a flip, and a little curl. Shane was nodding and 'mhm'-ing. She kept looking over at Jenny, who was reading a skater magazine. Damn, she looked so beautiful in that pink sundress. Sundresses were something Jenny hardly ever wore, but when she did, she looked amazing. Snip, snip. The hair fell to the floor, and the girl smirked.

"Make me look amazing, Shane."

"I'll try." Shane smirked, and continued her work. Her eyes darted to Jenny once more, and then went back to the red haired girl. She was finished, and she handed Shane a $50, making her way out of Wax. Shane cleaned up the hair, and then stood in the doorway.

"Jen." Jenny looked up from the magazine and smiled.

"Yes?"

"You wanted to be next..."

"Oh! Right." Jenny put down the magazine and made her way to Shane. Oh, fuck, not the white flip flops. Shane took a deep breath and closed off their section. Jenny sat down, and Shane smiled at her, waiting.

"So, what do you want done?" Jenny folded her hands and placed them in her lap.

"Just a trim." Shane nodded and motioned for Jenny to grab the smock. She slipped it on and watched in the mirror as Shane started brushing lightly. Shane chuckled, and Jenny locked eyes with her in the mirror. Jenny had the most perfect eyes.

"What?" Jenny asked. Shane curled Jenny's hair around her finger.

"Your ends are terrible." Jenny laughed and pushed back her bangs.

"Oh, I know. They're all so split and brittle." Shane started snipping away, taking time to smirk at Jenny. Shane had the most beautiful and deep green eyes, and Jenny couldn't help but smile when she locked eyes with her 27-year-old best friend. Jenny closed her eyes and hummed, and she waited as Shane snipped away all the dead ends.

"I'm going to give you a bottle of conditioner. I want you to use it."

"Okay," Jenny answered, softly. Shane continued as she combed Jenny's hair.

"When you shampoo, you're opening the cuticles in your hair. Conditioning penetrates and closes the cuticle back up." Jenny's eyes flew open. Penetrates. Why did that word seem so provocative when Shane used it? Um, Miss Schecter, why is your mind in the proverbial gutter?

"Jen?" Jenny locked eyes with Shane, who was finished with her hair, holding a bottle of conditioner. Jenny smiled and took the bottle, placing it in her purse. Shane bent down in front of Jenny, and helped her remove the smock.

"Thanks, Shane." Shane smirked.

"For what?"

"For the trim. I really needed it, and I don't think I would trust anyone besides you with my hair." Shane placed a hand on Jenny's shoulder and smiled. Her smiles were so amazing. Her grin could light up a room. Jenny grabbed Shane's hand off of her shoulder and held it in her hands. Shane's gaze went from Jenny's hands to Jenny's eyes.

"Alice called me before I came here," Jenny said.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." Shane nodded.

"So, what happened?"

"She said Kit's having something at The Planet tomorrow night, and she wants to make sure we're going." Shane nodded again, and stood this time, slipping her hands out from Jenny's grasp. Shane hung up the smock and turned back to Jenny, running her hand through Jenny's hair. She teased it, and smiled when Jenny giggled at her reflection.

"I actually look good," she said.

"You look great."

"Thank you, Shane," Jenny said, and stood. She hugged Shane, and when she backed away, Shane pushed a piece of hair out of Jenny's face.

"I love your hair, Jen. It's like touching silk." Jenny smiled, and blushed slightly.

Silk. Shane thought her hair was like touching silk.

Oh, how the butterflies awoke once again.