Your friends had convinced you to get your first tattoo. Your friends new the owners and were able to get you an appointment with no one else in the shop. As the man walked out, your breathe caught in your throat. He was so damn hot. His arms and neck were covered in tattoos, he was wearing a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants. He smiled at you.

"So you're the special lady huh? Alright follow me" he smiled and walked into another room. Not failing to notice the way you mouthed 'thank you God' behind him. As he lead you to the chair and sat down next to it.

"Go ahead and lie down for me, love"