He could tell you were a newbie the second you walked in. From the outfit you were wearing, he didn’t see any ink on your skin, or any type of piercings. You looked innocent and pure. Funny how you found yourself in a tattoo shop. He decided to take initiative and walk up to you, a crooked grin on his face. “First tattoo, I’m guessing?” He hums smoothly, leaning against the counter and gazing down at you.