Maggie

“Good afternoon!” Maggie chirped cheerfully, extending her hand to shake yours, “I’m so glad to meet you!”

She carried a bag in one hand and a folding massage table slung over the other shoulder.

“Sorry, I’m running a little late,” she said with a nervous smile, gesturing with the bag, “I just need to get set up and then we’ll be good to go!”

She worked quickly, unfolding the table with practiced ease and laying out the selection of oils, creams and massaging implements.

“Why don’t you tell me what you’d like me to work on while I finish getting everything ready?”