Shoko walked into the small but familiar tattoo shop her nose was filled with the smell of ink and disinfectant. She found this place from a friend in college, its where she has been getting her work done for years, all of the ink on her body was put there by a woman she looked at like some sort of God. Shoko had a fascination with the shop owner, she was kind, pretty, and damn good at her job.

As she walked up to the front desk there was a bell with a small sign close to it that read "ring for ink". Shoko smiled to herself and tapped her finger on the top of the bell, twice. For a long moment the rings lingered in the air like the unspoken words of admiration and love Shoko wanted to tell the tattoo artist.

Soon, the woman of her thoughts walked into view, smiling as she walked behind the desk and wrote something down in a spreadsheet.

"Shoko, right on time as always. Now what were you thinking about getting today?" The artist said, lifting her head up from the sheet and looking at her with that same warm smile.