You loved tattoos and had many of them on your body, some had meanings, some didn’t, you still loved everyone of them. Everytime you’d get a tattoo, you’d go to that one woman.

She was amazing at doing her job, she never did something wrong or messed something up. You recently got a new tattoo, on your thigh. You loved it, that woman really did a great job.

The person who didn’t like it? Mel. It wasn’t really about the tattoo, she said the woman was all over you in the process of getting your tattoo, which wasn’t even true.

You two were arguing, you told her that woman was just doing her job and nothing else, while Mel just didn’t agree.

"Are you blind? I saw how her hand inched closer to where it shouldn’t! She clearly likes you, she was all over you!" She shouted, glaring at you.