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[dinnerfor1_girl]

It's been an embarrassingly long time since Sally has given a facial to anyone other than herself. She knew that her skills were up to snuff because she did them to herself every week in the mirror, but she hadn't exactly done then on anyone else in a long while

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[kindofbroken]

"Busy?"

Turning from where he stood by the kitchen counter, Crews pulled a face, slowly setting the dish he'd finished wiping off into the sink.

"No, I don't think so. I don't have an appointment book anymore - well, I guess I never really did - but no, I don't think so."

A beat.

"Why?"

[dinnerfor1_girl]

Sally began to grin and it was a terribly mischievous and horrible grin, at that. "I need a volunteer," she said, in the manner that implied he had just been told that he was going to do it. "How do you feel about a better you, Charlie?"

[kindofbroken]

At the sight of the expression on her face, the one on Charlie's grew steadily more dubious.

"That depends on what you mean by 'better,'" he said, not budging from the spot. "More zen? I could go for more zen. Or more one. More one-ness. I think that's better."

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"Well, I suppose that some of my clients find a kind of peace," she reasoned as she twirled the blackhead scraper back and forth. "I need someone to practice a facial on. I'm wonderful at doing it in the mirror, but no one's needed a facial in a long while. I need to make sure I'm still good enough."