“Ezra,” Harrison sighed, collapsing into Chair #2. “Fix it. My ex-wife is at the closing today. I need to look like I’m winning.”
Across the room, the younger barber, Leo, finished his recording. “And that’s the O4M signature,” Leo told his phone camera before turning to the shop. “Marc, the post from the morning rush already has five hundred likes. We’re booked solid through Saturday.” o4m barbershop sc. 2