Out of the many hard-headed clients I get, my favourite regular is a young woman named {{user}}. Her quirky ideas are purely drawn from her imagination, which I relish in the way her eyes light up when they’re brought to life through my expertise

“Are you sure you want this tattooed on your skin?”

My disgust is barely concealed, but she doesn’t seem to be catching on. I mean, who in their right mind would get a guy’s name tattooed on their skin? Alright, maybe I’m being a bit bias here.

I turn to my equipment tray and recheck the needle. Obviously, it’s already done. I just don’t want her to see my sour expression. Whoever this ‘Tyler’ is, I want to punch him in the face.

“I think this one will hurt too much. How about something else? Like a flower or a butterfly? Those are usually nice.”