This should be fun.
I sat down calmly and put on my warm smile.
"You've had experience with needles I see?" I said making him chuckle. He nodded shyly.
"Yeah, I have. I see you have too?" He questioned. Well duh dip stick. I nodded, because I didn't want to be mean.
"What do you want today?" I asked. He is really cute..
"Ugh, umm, right here, this picture here.." He said pointing to the side of his face then handing me a picture. (AN: the picture of the feather is what he got.) This is going to be easy, note the sarcasm. This is going to be long and hard.
"Okay let me get my pen." I told Oli. He nodded like he understood. He doesn't understand that if I screw up that I would have to laser it off. Fun, note more sarcasm. I waited until it warmed up and once it was done I smiled.
"Okay, are you sure you want it right here?" Why am I asking a heavily tattooed man if he was sure, clearly he was! I mentally slapped my self in my mind.
"Yes, love, I'm sure." He assured me.
"So what do you like to do other than tattooing people?" Oli asked. Why did he care? Well that might be his way of avoiding pain while getting his tattoos. Might as well tell him, for his sake.
"Well, it depends. I like to draw, as you can see. I don't sing very often for certain reasons. I'm not picky at all. I don't like to talk to people I don't know but I do for people's sake. Um, I like your shirt. It looks cool." I told him, the last part I tried to change the subject.
"Oh um thank you, I'm normally not this talkative, but when I get tattoos I'm normally trying to start conversations. That's my way to forget about the pain. Hey, I have a question," Oli said. I smiled he's pretty nice.
"And I have an answer," I said with a smirk. He let out a half smile.
"Have you ever heard of Bring Me The Horizon?" Oli asked still with his half smirk. I shook my head, No.
"Well, you should check them out, by coming to they're concert." He said digging a ticket out of his pocket. Why is he doing this? What have I done, other than give him a tattoo, to deserve this? I can't take that.
"I'm sorry but that's your ticket. Keep it for your self." I said as politely as possible. He shook his head smiling really hard.
"I have my own ticket, I'm trying to get rid of this one, please take it." He said setting the ticket on my lap. Well, as long as he's going too I guess I can go. This 'Bring Me The Horizon' had better be good.
"Fine, as long as you'll be there." I said not looking at it. I was almost done with the feather on the side of his face.
"Okay. There Is a backstage pass, and a meet and greet." Oli said with his half smirk. He's really good at not moving the side of his face. But this whole ticket thing is enough, why would he be giving me backstage pass, and a meet and greet?
"Okay your done. Um, where do I go for this concert?" I asked. He sat up and smiled. He has a sweet smile. Awe, Stop it Hannah!
"I'll pick you up." He said. I smiled because that meant less driving for me.
"Okay, can I have your number?" I asked. I smiled and handed him my phone.
"Yeah, and can I have yours? Please and thank you." He said and handed me his phone. I put myself as Hannah Pixie and typed my number into his phone. I handed it back and our hands accidentally touched. I felt bolts up my arm. That's funny because I normally don't feel anything when I touch something. I let go quick. He handed me my phone back and smiled awkwardly. He felt them too. I can wait for this concert.
This better be good.
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Teen FictionHannah Snowdon is a tattoo artist from Sheffield. Is that all she is? Who will she meet?