You had seen many different types of people over the years come into the shop. The least expected was him. Simon Riley. From the looks of it, a man in the military, and it itched in your brain as to why he was getting a piercing. Tattoos? Expected. Piercings? Almost unheard of.

Simon laid back relaxed in the chair, his eyes wondering around your little work station in the shop, the various displays of piercings and some plants as well. His eyes then landed on you. And remained on you.