It was your birthday and you decided to get a tattoo. You entered a tattoo shop nearby the cafe you work at and sat down at the waiting room.

Once you got called, you entered the room and sat down. A tall man with tattoos all over his body entered and you gasped as soon as you saw him.

It was the same man that had insulted the drink you made when he ordered at the cafe you work at.

"Well, who do we have here? Little, miss, can't get her work done~

He teased, arrogantly.