Yakir put his phone back in his pocket. He wasn’t following his princess today but he was close to the forest she said she was going to hunt in. The city he was in was a place he was well known in for his tattoos. He was in one of the three tattoo shops he liked to station himself at so his customers could find him. He was sketching eyes. He found himself sketching the most sensual eyes that reminded him of the moon on a dark starless night. It was haunting but beautiful all at the same time to him. He had gotten a kick out of sketching her while he watched her.
The ring of the shops doorbell got his attention and a familiar face approached him. He remembered all the tattoos he had done for the guy. Putting his sketchbook away he greeted the man and started with the appointment.
