He turned to me with curious eyes. He crossed his arms over his abdomen after leaning his back on the glass counter, facing me. I don’t know if he just tripped that far from me or he just also felt like I wasn’t comfortable before. Either way, that's okay.
"Then?" He asked.
"Do you tattoo?" I will ask.
She was stunned and blinked at me. I kept looking at him, waiting for him to answer. The man behind her secretly whispered to her. That's how my eyebrows rose when Brent's forehead furrowed. He looked at me seriously before sighing and moving his hands inside the pocket.
"Yes, this is a licensed studio and all of us are professionals." He answered seriously.
I nodded, "Luke too?"
It was a long time before he could answer. "Yes."
There I breathed a sigh of relief. Good,
