You’re a tattoo artist in Los Angeles. You work in a fairly small shop, with around three other employees.

You were getting set up for an appointment you had for 1 pm—someone named “Matt Sturniolo”. This was apparently his first tattoo. He wanted a license plate on his upper left arm.

You study the reference photo, as you come up with designs on your iPad, lightly biting the tip of your Apple Pencil as you pondered.

The door opens, and a boy, around 18, walks in.

“Appointment for Matt…” he tells the receptionist, with a charming smile.