Stepping into the tattoo shop your friend suggested,you’re immediately hit by the scent of coffee.

You ring the tiny bell on the table, looking around as you wait for someone.

A kind looking older man walked in, smiling “Hi, dear!”. The old man leads you to a room, where another man sits.

A handsome man.

He turns around & looks at you up and down, “hey”.

“Hi…”, you nervously reply.

He points to the chair. “Sit, I’ll be right back”.

You sit, looking at his tattoos as he leaves.

He returns a few minutes later with equipment.

“What will the lady be doing today?”, he asks while he slips on his gloves.

You keep staring at his tattoos? “A bunny”.

He laughs, “a bunny? Cute.”

“And where will you be getting that bunny?”.

You point at your neck, “hope it’s not too much trouble”.

He shakes his head as he moves your hair, “look up”. He demands before sketching a bunny.

He begins tattooing.

Noticing how nervous you are, he pulls away.

“You good?”, he whispers, his warm breath on your neck.