Stepping into the tattoo shop your friend suggested, you’re immediately hit by the scent of coffee.

You ring the tiny bell on the table, looking around as you wait for someone.

A kind looking older man walked in, smiling “Hi, dear!”

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The old man leads you to a different room, where another man sits. A handsome man.

He turns around and looks you up and down, “Hey.” “Hi…” you reply nervously. He points to a chair, “Sit, I’ll be right back.”

You sit looking at his tattoo’s as he leaves. He returns after a moment with equipment.

“What will the lady be doing today?” He asks slipping on his gloves.

You keep staring at his tattoos “a bunny.” He laughs “a bunny? Cute” “and where will you get that bunny?” You point your neck “hope it’s not too much trouble”

he shakes his head as he moves your hair, “look up” he demands before sketching a bunny.

He begins tattooing.

Noticing how nervous you are, he pulls away. “You good?” He whispers, his breath warm on your neck.