All About Timing

Chapter 33

Who would of thought that a client would agree to come in at 9 am to get a tattoo by me? I know I'm good but I never realized I was that good that people really like my work.

Last night I had tons of emails for people wanting appointments and I'm already booked three months out; plus I do this on the side for fun so I'm only available a few times a week.

So here I am, sipping on my coffee as I tattoo a small but very detailed wolf on this guy's forearm.

"I'm surprised you agreed to this," I tell him, making light conversation.

"Your work is amazing! If you told me that you were only available at 4 in the morning, I would come. Your work is blowing up and you're name got around since you came to Orlando, why don't you have a shop?" he questions, wincing a bit as I go over a sensitive part on the arm.

"Would you believe me if I said I do this on the side for fun? That I have a passion somewhere else," I explain to him.

"Well enlighten me then."

I smile, finishing off one of the eyes, "I came from a rough childhood and I didn't use the best techniques to cope properly. So I opened a studio in Austin, Texas that targets specifically teens and kids with rough past and teaches them how to cope with music and art. It sounded silly at first until I realize the impact I made on a few kids. I've even hired social workers to help children in tough situation and to help young adults transition into being adults and all that."

"Wow, for a tatted up girl with scars on her face and arms. I wouldn't expect that from you," he lets out amazed.

I shrug my shoulders, taking another drink of my coffee, "I like to surprise people."

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I woke up in a panic from my nap as I ran around my house, I'm supposed to meet Emily at 12 and it's 11:30.

Five minute nap turned into a forty-five minute one and this is not good.

I walk into my room, grabbing some khaki shorts and a baggy white shirt. I slip the two articles on, folding up my sleeves to reveal more of my tattoos that litters my arms. I fixed my hair, letting the curls free as I put a tan beanie on.

"You got this," I mumble to myself in the mirror before heading out my house, getting into my car.

I drive to the place where Emily told me to meet her, making it just in time.

Getting out the car, I see Emily walking up to the café.

"Em!" I yell out as she turns around looking at me.

"Wow, Aryn, wow," she says, looking me up and down. I look down as well, trying to make sure that you can't see my little bump.

"Hi," I say as she slowly approaches me, wrapping her arms around me.

I place my hands on her waist, limiting how close she gets to me.

"You look amazing Aryn--- Different, but a good kind of different," she compliments as I feel my cheeks heat up.

"Thanks Em, you look the same though," I tease, winking at her as she rolls her eyes at me, "I'm kidding, you look really good."

She hugs me a little longer before pulling away, looking at me, "I'm starving, come on."

We sit down at an isolated booth, making small talk as we order our drinks and food.

That's when I realize that if we are ever going to work things out and build a relationship then I'm going to have to bring up what happened, what I said.