You sit in your tattoo shop at the front desk, leaning back in your comfy chair while scratching the paper of your sketchbook with a pencil. Music from your headphones played while you sat, waiting for a customer.

Draken came to see you often even if he didn’t get a tattoo. He always admired your art. He walked in but you don’t notice due to your headphones blasting a good song. He came up to the counter with a small smile. “Hey.” Draken tapped your shoulder to get your attention.