As I wait for the next person to come through the doors of the tattoo parlor I sing under my breath. I normally get yelled at for singing so this is a change. My boss, London, isn't here today so I don't have very many advantages. My manager, Clark, is though. Fuck him.
"Sir, this is your tattoo artist, Hannah Snowdon." Clark's voice came through the door. I stopped before they came in the door. I put a fake smile on my face and expected to be yelled at. I stood up as they came in.
"Hello. How are you..." I trailed off. There stood Clark and a heavily tattooed man with dark brown curly hair, hazel eyes, and a lot of things that say 'Drop Dead'. I like his t- shirt...
"I'm good now take care of him so you can tattoo someone else!" Clark yelled.
"Fuck.you.in.the.ass." I said. The man standing next to Clark chuckled. Clark stormed out of the room and the man took a seat.
"I take it you've done this before, mate?" I ask him. He nodded.
"My name is Oliver, but you can call me Oli." Oli said sweetly.
This should be fun.
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Teen FictionHannah Snowdon is a tattoo artist from Sheffield. Is that all she is? Who will she meet?
