I thought I had a crush on my nail tech until the owner changed everything

I never imagined a nail salon would become the place that completely messed with my head.

I only went because my sister bought me a gift card. I figured I'd use it once, get a pedicure, and never come back.

That plan lasted exactly one visit.

The nail tech who worked on me was beautiful, funny, and easy to talk to. She never acted fake. We laughed the entire appointment, and when I walked out, I caught myself thinking about her the rest of the day.

A week later, I booked with her again.

Then again.

After my fourth visit, I realized I wasn't coming for the pedicure anymore.

One afternoon, she got busy with another customer, so the owner came over to apologize for the wait.

She was just as beautiful.

Completely different personality.

Confident.

Elegant.

The kind of woman who could calm down an entire room just by walking into it.

She sat next to me while I waited, asking about work, my family, and how I ended up becoming a regular customer.

Our conversation lasted maybe fifteen minutes.

But somehow it stayed in my head longer than any conversation I'd ever had with my nail tech.

Now I had a problem.

Every time I came in, I found myself looking for both of them.

If my nail tech smiled at me, my day got better.

If the owner stopped to chat before I left, I smiled all the way home.

I kept telling myself I was reading too much into it.

Then something happened that made everything even more confusing.

One Friday evening, I arrived a little early.

The front desk was empty.

As I walked toward the waiting area, I accidentally overheard the owner and my nail tech talking in the hallway.

I heard my first name.

Then they both laughed.

My heart immediately started racing.

For the next forty-five minutes, I couldn't focus on anything.

Were they making fun of me?

Did they know I liked one of them?

Or... both of them?

When my appointment ended, I finally worked up enough courage to ask my nail tech why they had mentioned my name.

She burst out laughing.

The owner walked over after hearing the conversation.

She laughed too.

Turns out they weren't talking about my love life at all.

They had made a friendly bet.

The owner thought I would eventually switch to another technician because most male customers did.

My nail tech insisted I would stay loyal because I was one of her easiest customers.

The loser had to buy lunch.

That was it.

Nothing romantic.

Nothing secret.

Nothing like the movie I'd created inside my own head.

As I paid, the owner smiled and asked one last question.

So... who do you actually come here to see?

I looked at both of them.

I opened my mouth.

Then closed it again.

They both started laughing before I could answer.

To this day, I still go to that salon.

The funny part isn't that I had a crush.

The funny part is I'm still not completely sure which one it was.