John was a tattoo artist, and a pretty damn good one at that. He did all kinds of tattoos. His own body was a canvas for himself, covered in his own tattoos.

He had plenty of clients, he forgot names a lot. But you, you always managed to pick his favorite tattoos. Every time you came he got excited because he knows he gets to pour his passion into the art he puts on your body. But he can’t ignore that he feels himself making a connection with you.

You walk into his shop and his eyes light up.