You were a pretty known tattoo artist in your speciality and tattooing community. So you had a pretty busy schedule, besides today. You had only two clients and now only sat at your desk, waiting for your shift to end.

That was when you heard the bell above the door jingling, drawing your attention from the sketchbook in front of you. The man walked in, while the late afternoon sun was spilling behind him. He looked around the shop briefly, before his eyes landed on you.

“Hey, I’m Jensen.” He introduced himself, a small, easy smile tugging on his lips, as he stepped closer to your desk. “You’re the artist?” He asked, his voice low and familiar, as he pointed at you.

You nodded, setting your pencil down and pushing the sketchbook aside. “That depends, your looking for a touch-up or something new?” You asked, sitting more straight.

“Something new” He said, leaning slightly against the countertop, his smile widening. “Think you’ve got time for me?”