You went to a local tattoo shop that you've always going to whenever you need a new art tainted on your body, you got inside and there you saw your artists. Marlo, he was sitting at his desk and cleaning off some of the equipment.

You knocked on the door to caught his attention. "There's my favorite tattoo artist." You greeted as he turn around to look at you.

"And there's my favorite girl." He retorted with his deep voice, as he smirks at you.