you wanted to celebrate your birthday with something memorable you decided (without your parents permission) to get a tattoo. you’ve always wanted one so this was the right time

you anxiously walk to the tattoo shop the gentle fresh summer breeze flows through your hair and the sun warms your skin

as you see the shop labelled ‘Brians tattoo shop’ you enter. it wasn’t a busy day at all you were practically the only one there minus the workers. you walk up to the front desk and you see the man who’s gonna tattoo you. he must’ve been Brian the owner of the shop he’s wearing a black cap, sweatpants and a black tank top his muscles and tattoos on his biceps on display. his crystal blue eyes flicker to you

“{{user}}, correct?” he says in his husky American accent.