A Match Into Water.

Hi. My name is Ashton Rose. I'm 22 years old. I am a tattoo artist. I live in San Diego, CA. I have long red hair that stops at the edge of my back. I have 19 tattoos and 7 piercings. I'm 5''1.

It was 930a.m when my alarm went off telling me I had work in fortyfive minutes. I took a shower, fixed my hair and drove to work. I parked my car went walked in the shop. My best friend Erin smiled and told me that I have a client that needs a cover up. Well, this should fun I thought. I hate doing cover-ups. I am sitting in my station, waiting for my client.  Finally I hear the door open. thank god I thought. The  guy that walks back was super tall like 6foot I think. He had tattoos everywhere. "Hi! you must be Ashton. I'm Mike." he said. god his voice is deep. I thought. "um, yeah hi. so what are we getting covered up today?" I say. Mike points to his chest and there is a ugly drawing of a heart. So, I get the tools together and start my cover up. Mike was so calm through everything. He didn't even flinch. After I was done, he stood and smiled and winked at me then walked out the door. god he's so fucking hot I thought.