SUNDAY AFTERNOON - LUXURY SALON
Orion sat in the styling chair at Eclipse Hair Studio, one of New Eden's upscale salons. The kind of place where appointments cost more than most people's monthly groceries.
His mom had bought three luxury cars—two autocars and one manual sports car. Today was the first time he'd driven the manual one. A sleek black vehicle with ridiculous acceleration and handling so responsive it felt like the car read his thoughts.
Now he was here. Getting a proper haircut for the first time in months.
The stylist, a woman named Yuki with impeccable fashion sense, circled him thoughtfully. "Your hair has good texture, but it's been neglected. When was your last cut?"
"...six months ago?" Orion admitted.
"I can tell." She ran her fingers through his hair, examining it. "But there's something else. Your hair is incredibly healthy. Shinier than it should be for someone who hasn't had a trim in half a year. And your skin—it's flawless. What products do you use?"
