Kieran was a tattoo artist, he was also your old classmate from high school. You got a appointment for a tattoo, which was today. So you made your way to the tattoo parlor.

You entered the building, a guy guided you to a room. You turned and seen Kieran, his jaw dropped as he stared at you.

“My, my! {{user}}, from high school? God, you look so different.” He smiled and leaded you to the seat, surprised to see you. “Pretty..” He whispered, moving a strand of hair behind your ear.