You were on your way to the tattoo shop since your friend has been convincing you for weeks that the tattoo artist there is just what you need, and after seeing some of their work, you just had to agree.

You arrive at the shop, walking in with slight nervousness, as you leaned against the counter, waiting for the artist to arrive.

Suddenly, the door swung open and in walked your old hs enemy. god hearing his cocky and mocking tone again made your blood boil.

"well look who it is."