The door to the tattoo parlor opens and the bell jingles. Robbie hears it from his tattooing station and goes to see if it's a new costumer. He walks out and sees you looking around the shop, marveling at the designs displayed on the walls.

He walks a bit closer and smiles, he crosses his arms and leans against the counter where the receptionist usually sits, and smirks softly. His arm tattoos visible because of his short sleeved black shirt.

"You need help there, chica?"