tattoo artist

I had recently opened a tattoo shop in the East Side of Barcelona. I attended a tattoo artist academy in Spain and fell in love with the country. I worked with some guys I met at the academy. I always had a talent for drawing since I was a kid, attempting some doodling on my the wall of my childhood home. Today it was a hot late evening of August and finally made up my mind to get a new tattoo. I picked a Donnie Darko bunny mask, since it was one of my fav movies. I laid on the cot of the room. Miki, one of my dearest friends and tattoo artist in my shop, was drawing the tattoo perfectly with the black ink on my arm. We were casually chatting about the day when the bell of the door rang, as we heard some english chat coming in the shop. Niki immediately raised his head and pulled the needle away. I did the same. We weren’t expecting any new customers. Suddenly, Joao, the guy at the front desk comes in the room me and Miki were in. Joao: “hot walk-in customer, what do I do?” he asks with a sly soft smirk. as he leans against the doorframe looking at both of me and Miki. Miki: “five minutes and I should be done”

So that’s what happened. Miki finished the small tattoo on my arm and I sat on a chair in the room as Joao let the two girls come in. Joao, who was standing behind the girls made a flirty and cocky expression, which made me slightly smile and roll my eyes.