Pov: Dorian
When I had just finished tattooing a client at my studio. I had planned on painting a little when suddenly a person popped in. Since there was no knock, I didn't hear.
The door just opened and the sound of heels on the hardwood made me recognize the identity of the person even before I turned around and saw her as I put down the brush and faced her.
Behold! It was Seraphina.
Without a word, she had placed herself right in the middle of the studio as if it were a second home, dressed in her red coat, with her hair tightly pinned back, and eyes already locked on me. Not a hint of nervousness in her expression anyway the b***h never did. "Well well well, look who we have here!"
"If only you'd called, you know, "
"Oh sorry Honey, but I know you wouldn't have picked up?" sh
