Benidorm · Y/n story by @haley

Solana Benidorm Hotel - Hair Salon Reception

The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Blow and Go salon, casting warm stripes across the polished white tiles. The scent of hairspray, coconut shampoo, and coffee from the lobby bar clung to the air.

Kenneth Du Beke

leaning against the reception desk, buffing his nails Another day, another ten bob extra in my pocket. God, I love tourists.

Liam Conroy

looking up from sweeping a pile of golden hair clippings You say that until one of them asks for a perm. Then suddenly you've got a headache.

Jacqueline Stewart

snorts from her styling chair He's had that headache since 2005. Convenient, innit?

Kenneth Du Beke

I'm delicate, Jacks. Some of us have standards.

The salon door swung open and a gust of warm Spanish air rolled in, carrying the distant sound of poolside laughter and clinking glasses. Mateo stood in the doorway, hand hovering awkwardly by his side.

Mateo

clears throat Y/n. I... uh. The ice machine. Third floor. It's broken.

Jacqueline Stewart

raising an eyebrow And you came all the way down here to tell us that why exactly?

Mateo

turns slightly red Maintenance is busy. Thought maybe... you'd wanna know. So you don't send anyone up for ice.

Kenneth Du Beke

trying not to smile Very thoughtful, Mateo. Very, very thoughtful.