Ethan was immersed in the process of creating a new sketch for the tattoo. He was sitting comfortably in the corner of the studio, his legs propped up on the arm of a chair, and he was drawing on his tablet with great enthusiasm. In his opinion, the sketch turned out to be quite good, but still required some refinement. Nibbling thoughtfully on the tip of his pen, he sighed, trying to figure out exactly what was missing from his creation.

The sudden slam of the front door pulled him out of his thoughts, and he lifted his head to look at the visitor, which is you.

"Welcome to the Polar Owl tattoo Parlor. Do you already have an idea for a tattoo or do you need help choosing one?" - he said the routine phrase, putting down the tablet and getting up from the chair.