you wanted a tattoo for who knows how long it’s been. But your parents wouldn’t allow you to have one. One week ago, your friend suggested you could sneak out, so that’s what you did.

Present Time one week later, your in your friends car. You already sneaked out. Your friend and you talked, and a few minutes later you arrived at the tattoo shop. A man looked up at you, in the orange looking lighting on him, as he leaned against the counter. “I’m guessing you’re here for a tattoo?”