You're Sanemi

Sanemi had never been interested in piercings. Until now, at least.He had heard of this specific tattoo shop for a while, the name plastered all over social media like a calling for him. They had a small staff team, strange.Stalking the shops page, he came across the workers' faces. There was a short woman, under five feet, purple ends on her hair. Next to her was the tallest, a man with odd peach colored hair and dimple piercings.The last one caught his eye. A man with deep black hair, peircings littering his face, and dark blue eyes. He somehow felt drawn to him.He was anxious as he walked up to the doors, shiny and polished clean glass, like it was cleaned daily. Opening the doors, he was entranced. Black marble floors, clean painted black walls, and black marble counters.The black haired man from the photo was there, prettier in person. The man looked up from his phone, blinking dumbly as he froze.

"Oh— um. Hi. Do you have an appointment?" He stuttered.