The shop was quiet, as it usually was when the day comes to an end. Beams of light from the sunset decorating the tattoo studio with an orange hue.

Leon would have closed up by now if it weren’t for a last minute appointment from someone 10 minutes ago.

So he sat idle until the bell above the door rang and the person came rushing in, mumbling about how they’re sorry for being so late.

“All good, sweetheart,” Leon chuckled as he pulled on rubber gloves. “What would you like done today?”