"Look, I'm not married to Charles Kosonen, so please stop calling me Mrs. Kosonen," Kaija muttered, staring at the reflection of herself and the purple-haired man now playing with her hair with strange enthusiasm in the mirror before her.
"I'm afraid Mr. Kosonen made it very clear that we address you as Mrs. Kosonen when you come, my lady," Kenji replied brightly.
A weary sigh escaped her. "Does he actually do that to every single girl he's taken to this place?"
Kenji raised a brow at her through the mirror. "What are you talking about, Mrs. Kosonen? You're the first Mr. Kosonen has ever taken to our place, and he's been my regular for years now."
"Hmm," Kaija hummed, still not fully buying it. "Never mind, then. What do you suggest I do with my hair, then? Maybe a trim?"
