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After waiting for a good half hour, and taking the last sip from my shake that Mary had gotten me, I looked at my phone that was on the counter. It displayed a message from Justin saying he'd be here soon and I was too lazy to reply with anything. It'd been maybe 5 minutes since he had sent it and I wondered what was taking him so long.
"He'll be here soon, miss him too much?" Michael mumbled beside me. The two of us were sat on the stools behind the main counter, which was the first one you'd see when you walked into the studio.
"I don't know him, you're so annoying. How come there aren't people here? It's always so busy." I looked at the streets outside, seeing a lot of people passing by. Our studio was located on Miami Beach, and it wasn't unusual for us to be extremely busy on weekends, so I wondered what could possibly be going on.
"Ocean Drive is always busy, maybe there's some even going down on 7th street." Ana spoke up as she walked over to the glass windows that faced the ocean. "Are you serious?" A loud yell came from her, startling the rest of is. "The closed sign is the one showing, and the open sign isn't even on. Michael, I leave you in charge of doing it every morning. This is the fifth time you do this."
"I'm sorry I wake up and rush my ass over here, and forget one or two things. At least we've had one client come in."
"They had a scheduled tattoo with you, of course they would come in. Mary, you're dating a caveman with no brain." Ana looked over at Mary who shrugged. This is what it was working with them.
"Don't bother turning the sign on or flipping the closed one, Justin will be here any second and it can't be too packed. We don't need a mob in here." I pointed out and Ana nodded but stopped as she continued to turn the light on and flipped the sign. "What did I just tell you?"
"You can pull the curtains! I got those installed for privacy, didn't I? No one will notice it's him unless they walk into your area or recognize his voice." Ana smiled and I groaned, looking at the curtains that she had gotten maybe a week ago. "Fine, whatever works out. Lets get in our places, I see people looking."
