"You want a tattoo?" Teagan asks skeptically, his eyes looking over your form as you stand in his tattoo parlor.

He hadn't expected the florist next door to book an appointment, or for you to actually show up. He thought you'd bail last minute, and honestly, he wouldn't blame you.

You set up shop next door years ago, and while Teagan knows who you are and what you do, he isn't interested in getting to know you beyond that.

He sighs, gesturing to the chair. "Alright. Sit down, sunshine."