As days progress, no longer does she merely assume the role of a fellow blogger and munching companion, but an effusive comrade demonstrating never-ending commitment to her beloved K-Pop group of calling. In this case, it's BTS, which I fully approve, even if GOT7 doesn't even fall close in the equation.
I stumbled onwards, eastbound towards Rustle & Still. The café was situated on the upper level of the property, just above Hancook.
A Sesame Coconut Cookie and hot Matcha Pandan Latte were appointed as the to-go duo of choice. The cookie was handed to me in a paper bag; either a result of gluten-free stabilizer or an excessive dry-to-wet-ingredient ratio, it was found to crumble upon touch. By no means did this negatively impact its taste, though. Black sesame seeds provided subtle hints of crunch and nutty fragrance, while an ample amount of shredded coconut contributed an exotic sweetness paired with chewiness.
I had not specified a stylist for this visit but was slightly surprised when the stylist that greeted me happened to be the same platform-sandal-donning female that I had dismounted the TTC with. She appeared relatively new to the industry, which was amplified through jittery tendencies, inconsistent hair-washing steps, and the constant need to adjust the alignment of my head. Eye cover cloths were forgotten during the second hair-washing; water inevitably entered ears as well.
Snipping my frazzled ends only constituted half of the declared appointment time. From that point onwards, a hilarious contraption was secured onto my head for a hydrating Japanese hair treatment. It resembled a long, deflated hot air balloon, but, in reality, was a device that constantly pumped steam to enhance the effects of the repairing formula coating my tresses
(I was also repeatedly reminded of the availability of a one-hundred-twenty-dollar Korean hair treatment. The fifty-dollar price increase was supposedly associated a 4-step deep conditioning treatment capable of smoothing out even the most damaged locks.)