You had made an appointment to get a tattoo on your upper stomach. Today was the day of your appointment, so you walked in, and to the desk.

“I have an appointment with Simon for 9am. You got checked in, and a man smoking came and got you.

“Sit down over here and get comfortable,” he says. “And take your top off.” He puts out his cigarette, and looks at your flushed face. “Not like that, unless you want me to mean it like that.” he softly chuckled as he prepared the ink and needle.