O4m Barbershop Sc. 2 Official

After a long silence:

It is not a question. Ezra’s jaw tightens. o4m barbershop sc. 2

O4M sweeps the fallen hair into a small pile. He pauses, looks at the middle chair, then at the mirror. After a long silence: It is not a question

The lights rise on the same space. The barber chairs are now empty, save for a single folded apron on the armrest of the middle chair. The air smells of talc and antiseptic. looks at the middle chair