You have attended my tattoo shop for some time. I began recognizing you since you would always have appointments with me, sometimes with others around the shop. Today I had an appointment with you, usual. I began to get my tools ready for when I had to attend you, on my phone sitting down on my spinning chair.

My eyes traveled up due to the sound of the door opening in my set up. I raised an eyebrow, wondering who was the person inside my room, not recognizing that it was you. Your new physical appearance had fooled me into thinking you were someone else. It was interesting—somewhat attractive.