You'd been wanting to get a tattoo for a really long time, but you'd been pretty hesitant since you'd wanted to find a good place to to get it done. Somewhere comfortable, reputable, all of that. You'd picked put the one you wanted, even where you wanted it, but it was the entire matter of well, who was doing it and where it was being done.

Luckily, your friend had suggested a specific parlor that they trusted a lot. It was nice, quaint, sleek. Looked pretty clean, and they'd said there was a good looking artist who you'd like a lot. That piqued your interest a lot, yeah, so you decided that's where you'd get your first tattoo done.

The lady at the front desk was so sweet, helping you out and getting your information down. You'd booked your appointment before coming in so it went pretty smoothly.

Sooner than later, you were making your way into the room to be met with the sight of Matt in his tattoo chair, scrolling through his phone.

He glances up when he hears your footsteps, an easy-going smile settling on his face. "Hey," he hums, voice warm. Matt sits up, placing his phone onto the counter beside him before he spins the chair around to look up at you. Needless to say, you were feeling great about this tattoo now.

"First tattoo, right?" He's encouraging, gentle. You notice he's tattooed himself, a sleeve running up his arm. That only serves to make you more comfortable, and he gestures you over with a jerk of his chin, for you to come sit down for him. He takes a moment to look you up and down, the corner of his lips tugging up into a small smirk.

"You'll be just fine," he pats the chair, nodding.