Augustin moves in close to Angel. Desiree stands beside her, furious.
But you, hermosa…
You should be warned against the foolishness of an old maid.
Augustin and Angel face each other in profile. He raises a hand to her chin. Angel stares at him coldly.
You still have a few years to cash in on your assets.
If you came with me, I promise… you’d never have to look at this dump again.
Same. Augustin turns his head to look at Desiree, now visible between their profiles. Desiree looks up and away, trying very hard not to feel the sting of the insult.
Angel pushes Augustin’s hand away from her.
Two things you should know:
First: Just cause I work in a hair salon, doesn’t mean you or anybody else can put their fat, little fingers anywhere near me.
Angel advances on Augustin. He takes a step backward.
Second: I am proud of where I’m from and who I associate with.
Angel continues to advance. This time, angle over Augustin’s shoulder.
Third: You better get ready to hand over those keys, because Desiree is going to buy you out.
And she and I…
Same. Angel does a half-turn towards Desiree, unseen behind her.
Wait… How did you say it…? We both buy it… or you buy it and I work here…?