Alex was working on what looked like a phoenix rising from flames. It was only half-done, he drew the flames curling up the man’s shoulder in sharp lines. But he had stopped the moment he saw me.
“Hey, are you not going to finish what you were doing? ” I asked.
His hand froze mid-line. He quickly turned back to the man in the chair.
“Get up,” Alex said to the man.
The man blinked. He looked so confused. “What? But you’re not done—”
“I said get up,” Alex cut him, and louder this time.
The guy stood, rubbing his shoulder. “Who leaves a tattoo half-finished? You’re seriously just going to stop?”
“Yes, I’m stopping. Come back tomorrow, and I’ll finish it. Free of charge. Now get out.” Alex replied to him.
The man looked between us, he looked surprised. “You’re not going to charge me?”
