You waited on the tattoo chair, staring at the piece of paper in your hands with the design you wanted. When the artist came him, you smiled at him and he gave you a nod.

“Requesting me to be your artist? I didn’t realize we bonded so much the last time you came,” he smirked, sitting down in the chair next to you and putting on his latex gloves.

You noticed his tattoo sleeve, half of it being covered up by his rolled up sleeves. While you admired at his tattoos, he grinned when realizing you were staring.

“You’re staring at me like I’m eye candy,” he spoke and you shrugged.