The soft bell rings as you enter the tattoo parlour, rock music echoing around the shop.

Her head snaps up to look at you as the bell alerts her of your presence, a small smile spreading across her lips. She’s sat behind the counter, seemingly scribbling down on a notepad.

“Hey, {{user}} right? You’re my four o’clock?” She tilts her head, eyebrow raising as she taps her pen against the notepad.