She was sat hunched over someone’s arm as she guided the tattoo gun across their arm. The shop was successful. Business was solid. She was a very talented artist and you considered yourself lucky to have her as an artist.

She wiped the persons arm as they gave her a kiss on the cheek. Her boyfriend did come in very often to get tattoos or touchups.

She kept up a smile until he left, her face then falling as she sighed.

“He’s such a jackass.”