[Emmett Coupland]

Usually Emmett was often the one holding up an end of a conversation, but the woman across from her did well enough to keep it flowing. Amusement immediately took her features at the question, her lips pressing together tightly as she let the thought settle for a few moments. There was many memories that filtered through her mind, but she had to give it time to find one that would do well to bring to the table. After a few seconds, she laughed lightly to herself, head shaking.

"One time this guy and his girlfriend came in, and he was so sure he knew what the problem was. Said it was the radiator. When I checked it out, I explained that he was just low on coolant. Didn't look like there was any damage to it. Of course, he wanted to argue about it and eventually he stormed off saying he'd go somewhere else. A week later, he came back 'cause his girlfriend made him come in and apologize. Guess he spent like four-hundred bucks on a new radiator and it wasn't the problem."

[Deb Barok]

Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something:
The best people usually are.

Stories that started with couples tended to be amusing. So Emmett definitely had the bright haired girl’s attention. once she was done, Deb immediately laughed. ”That’s one way expensive way to learn a lesson.” She snickered, shaking her head. ”You’d think someone who came in for help on their car would actually listen when they got it, right?”

It was ridiculous, but Deb had encountered her fair share of wild customers. ”I’ve had some customers come in like that, but I think the craziest I’ve ever seen is around prom. You wouldn’t believe how particular people are. They want everything just so and as soon as possible.” She laughed recalling it. ”Our salon turns into a chaotic hole when that comes around. Funny enough though. I actually enjoy it. It’s a nice little challenge, so long as you don’t mind the sheer panic of some of the customers.” Prom had never really been that big of a deal to Deb, but she could understand wanting to look good for it. "They usually come back though. Did your guy? Or was his embarrassment enough to scare him off?" Another smirk quirked her mouth upwards.

Emmett Coupland ―

by sixsmith.

[Emmett Coupland]

Emmett was grinning at the memory. It was easy to recall the embarrassment he felt being sent in and forced to apologize. There was no foul in it though, mostly because the guy ended up paying for a radiator he hadn't even needed somewhere else. That within itself was a good enough lesson, but that didn't mean Emmett wasn't a little smug over it all.

Her eyes went wide at the idea of working in a hair studio during prom. She herself skipped out - mostly because it wasn't her jam to get dressed up and go to a supervised party, but she definitely recalled the craziness around it. For the mechanic, it sounded like a nightmare. She couldn't even stand being in the dorms during that time of year. It was like a fever had broken out. "If you like something that crazy, it must be your calling." Emmett laughed. "That's some skill right there."

As the question was turned on her, she shook her head. "Nah, but his girlfriend broke up with him and she's a regular now. Apparently she got a good impression of my work when I tried to save the guy money rather than just screwing him over." It would have been too easy. "Have you ever had anyone ask for just a really bad style?"

[Deb Barok]

Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something:
The best people usually are.

The laughter was joined. ”Guess so. it’s a great way to test your patience, I’ll tell you that.” It was also nice to be able to really test themselves. Like Emmett said: it was some kind of skill. Usually if the client liked it- or despised it -they’d make it known pretty quick.

She chuckled along to Emmett’s answer until the question came. Then the noise simmered down into a groan. The short answer was yes. And judging from the grimace Deb suddenly wore, the example immediately sprung to mind. ”Ugh, yes. Yes I have.” She grumbled. She drank some of the hot chocolate before answering, as if that would get rid of the sour taste that just came to her.

”Girl came in with these amazing curls. Lovely long ones. She wanted to cut them all off. Go with some tiny pixie cut she’d seen that she wanted to try. Only she had, you know, really curly hair naturally. I tried to warn her it wasn’t going to be as easy as cutting off her hair and boom- perfection 24/7. She didn’t want to listen.” Deb scowled with a huff. ”Felt like I was cutting off my own arm with each snip I made. It looked good when she left, but she had a lot of work cut out for her maintaining that. Basically turned her hair into a fuzzy afro. Last I saw she’d grown it back long again anyways.”

Emmett Coupland ―

by sixsmith.

[Emmett Coupland]

Deb didn't have to talk for Emmett to know the answer to her question; it was clear from her facial expression, which was quick to catch her curiosity. Fortunately, a story was quick to follow. The mechanic brought the mug up to her lips again, taking a long sip of the bitter liquid, listening with amusement. It definitely sounded like the girl was making a poor decision, but Emmett was familiar with stubbornness in customers. "At least she realized in the end, right?" Emmett mused, shaking her head with amusement. It was funny how people often didn't trust professional opinions.

Emmett paused briefly - she could often hold up a conversation upon first meeting someone, but diving into details was usually a struggle. More often than not, she didn't invest herself that long. "So what's the story behind your bug?"