Amber eyes narrowed. "You should never have to hide who you truly are."
Kagome gave him a soft smile. "Which I instil in the students at all costs. But I can't honestly say I would've been hired if I hadn't looked like a 'tradition Japanese woman' during my interview."
"And now?"
"And now—" She shrugged. "Now I'm so used to it that there's no point in changing the routine. Besides, as you said, it's fried. I wouldn't even know where to start." She thought of her nieces and chuckled softly. She'd probably have to ask them for advice.
"If it is not to forward of me—" Taisho pulled a card from his wallet and handed it over, steel lettering standing out against rich plum. "I know of someone who can help."
She turned it over, raising an eyebrow at the name. "Furrocious Hair?"
"Looks can be deceiving," he replied, flipping silver locks over his shoulder. Kagome had been envious of it from the start, often wondering how much product he used to get it to shine on a daily basis.
"Is this where you go?" she blurted.
Taisho raised an eyebrow, then inclined his head. "Ask for Kimiko and mention that I was the one to send you. She will take care of you." It sounded much more intimate than it was, and Kagome found heat rising to her cheeks before she could stop it.
He's just talking about hair, she chastised herself, pocketing the card. "Thanks. I'll see if they've got any free time next week." She knew it was a shot in the dark, considering it was obviously a high-end salon, but Taisho had done her a favour by covering both the art classes and the archery club; she might as well take him up on the offer.