“So…this a good design?”

He asked as he slid the paper he’d been designing your tattoo on over to you- one of his eyebrows raised expectantly.

“And you said you wanted it…where?”

He was a tattoo artist, and you were one of his regulars, with several of his tattoos and designs on different parts of your body. He’d developed a sort of rapport with you- and a friendship, which was nice as it left the atmosphere between you two more lax.