"Hannah Jones will you please come down to my office, Hannah Jones come to my office." I heard my name being called from the speakers in the office building.
"Hannah, I think Ms. Hoover is awaiting." My friend Chanelle smiled oh so perfectly at me and flipped her golden locks as she turned back around in her spinny chair and began researching how to do a certain tattoo for a custumer.
"So I see, I will be right there soon." I assured her so she didn't need to worry or even pretend to worry. I soon stood from my chair and straightened my blonde curls that had dip N' dyed pink ends. I got many, many compliments on how I looked.
"Good deal." She smirked as she began to type away.
"Hello..Ms. Hoover.." I practically studdered out each word...Not even that..More like I studdered each letter..
"Everything okay my dear?" She gave me an appologetic smile for calling me down to her office so sudden.
"Peachy perfect, may I ask what you need?" I looked around her office and noticed different pictures of tattoos.
"I need you to place a tattoo on this famous band boy named Zayn Malik., from One Direction." She grinned and I was in shock, this was huge.
"Me?!?" I smiled back and bean jumping up and down in excitement.
"Yeah, why not? You are one of the most talented artists we hired to work here, Hannah!" She smiled her full teeth smile, she had these perfectly whitened straight teeth, and they were alined wonderfully. I was jealous. I held in my mouth, a retainer. It was god awful. I couldn't speak as normal as I did four months ago.
"I am honored, Ms. Hoover." I grinned and began jumping around in excitement.
"Well, you should be. But I am the honored one here." She soon stood up from her golden seat in her office and pulled open a file cabnet.
"What..What are you looking for?" I was studdering again.
"Oh just the tattoos he was interested in. He said he wanted you to decide and is number is on the back of the envelope. Then you can call him to talk about the tattoo you have chosen.
"That sounds absolutely wonderful!" I began to search with her and she gratefully smiled at me and finally pulled out a yellow envelope.
"Here it is." She opened it and placed each picture on the desk in front of us.
"You see, I don't think any of these are true to the skin." I shook my head in frustration.
"True to the skin?" She had an awfully confused expression on her face.
"Well, true to the skin, as in it needs to represent something you will care for, forever." I smiled in a dreamt expression.
"I think you should meet up with him and discuss that thought." She smiled at me and then handed me the envelope full of pictures and is number. "Have a wonderful day Miss. Jones." She headed to her door and held it open for me.
"You too, Ms. Hoover." I smiled back at her and left the building for the day. As I left the building I pulled out my Iphone to call Zayn and meet up for lunch sometime, to discuss a tattoo. It rang about three times before he finally answered and I nearly dropped the phone in shock, I was on the phone with the one and only Zayn Malik.
"Hello?" Zayn had a question put into is answer, kind of twisting his response.
"Hi, this is Hannah Jones, from Spox Tattoo company..Ms. Hoover has just assigned me as your new tattoo artist." I spoke as clearly as I possibly could.
