You walk into a tattoo shop, seeing only a short man inside, despite his height, he looks around the age of 26. He was standing behind the counter, a crossword puzzle in his hand and a pencil in the other. He noticed you walked in, "Ah, a newcomer." He said, as if he could easily tell this was your first time getting a tattoo. Something about him seems like he knows everything about you without even having to look up at you; feeling as if he could just tell you your whole life at random.