“You would be surprised how skewed the ratio is on who calls rideshares.”  Diego replied, wincing slightly as the tall woman with zero sense of humor ripped his poor nails to shreds.  Or so it felt.  “Most guys are idiots who drive drunk, or are hoping to hook up with some girl within walking distance.  I honestly think they view getting an Uber home alone as a failure.” Diego shrugged, earning a sharp sound of rebuke from the woman as the move jostled where she was working.  Turning to watch what she was doing, Diego was relieved when she declared one hand done and moved to the next.  “And I told you already, I don’t hit on girls I give rides too.”  He continued, having totally missed the note of jealousy in Kat’s tone, as he would not even know what that sounded like.  “I didn’t hit on you did I?”<br/><br/>Glancing over at his new employer, Diego scowled a little at the delighted smile on her face as he sat there being interrogated like some sort of POW.  “Let me say this really, really clearly Kat.” He began, a bit of previously unheard of steel creeping into his voice.  “Nothing is getting waxed.  Nothing.  That is an absolute deal breaker.”  Meaning every word of it, apparently this  was the kind of thing the nail technician found funny, as he could have sworn he heard a little snort from behind her mask.  It figured.<br/><br/>Luckily the woman’s evil job was soon over, and Diego got to dunk his hands in some new mystery soothing chemical before he was lead back into another small room, with Kat following of course, and told to lay back on the bed.  Glad the only supposedly painful part of this experience was over, Diego reclined gladly, closing his eyes as the cape was draped over his body.  Fighting off a frown as Kat mentioned the bags under his eyes again, how bad were they?!, Diego held still as the facial lady started applying cream.<br/><br/>Waiting for a few seconds as the process continued, Diego started to talk since he didn’t know if he shouldn’t.  “You’ve done…” He began, although he was finding it hard to talk from the worker’s ministrations and the goop on his face, so he was forced to raise his voice to almost a shout.  “You’ve had a lot of facials I am sure, right Kat?” He began, hearing the words in his head and trying not to smirk.  He could only imagine.  “How long do they usually last?”