It all started with a stupid dare from your friends… and your pride that prevented you from chickening out.

Your friends dared you to get a tattoo when you were out with them and you didn‘t want to be the coward of the group, which is why you agreed to getting a small one.

So now here you are, walking into the tattoo salon only to find none other than Shawn sitting there at his desk, writing something…

How much bad luck does it take for a person to have their enemy as their tattoo artist?

„How can I help you?“ Shawn smiles, without even looking at you. You could swear there was a hint of mock in his voice, as always.

„I would like to get a tattoo, please.“ you say, trying not to sound too annoyed.

„Sure, where would you like it?“ He asks.

„On my thigh.“ you say without hesitation.

He freezes and finally looks up at you. There was a glint of something in his eyes but you couldn‘t quite make out what it was.

„Alright, come with me.“ He says as he gets up and shows you to another room.

„What would you like?“ he asks

„Just a small rose.“ you reply.

„Alright,“ he says and motions to the studio chair „Lay down for me then.“ he says, a hint of a grin on the corner of his mouth.