⋘ under my skin ⋙gain & evelyn
A hint of nervousness crept up Gain's spine as she turned off the humming engine of her car, parking it just around the corner of her desired destination. Knowing she could back out of this situation she stared at the steering wheel but Gain genuinely hated cancelling planned things. Determination was a curse and a blessing at once and Gain was ridiculously determined on this particular day. After locking her car the sound of her high heels meeting the concrete of the sidewalk accompanied her until she reached the squeaky clean shop windows of the tattoo parlour and the short woman felt slightly nervous again. Gain pushed the heavy door which allowed her to enter the building and found herself alone in the inviting and bright studio. It was still early, Gain had made sure to get an appointment right when the parlour opens its gates to the customers in order to avoid glares from big, swole dudes in case she chickened out from getting a tattoo. Yes, getting a freaking tattoo. It had only taken Gain twenty-six years to gather the courage to finally get one and oh, it should be special. The tattoo parlour of her choice was run by a lovely girl, at least that's what Gain assumed based on the picture on her website and the exchange of text messages they had. The examples online had convinced Gain and now that she was actually here and saw more pictures of happy customers hung up on the walls, posing proudly with their fresh tattoos, she was sure she picked the right one. The short haired woman lightly tapped the bell which lingered all alone on the counter in order to attract attention and kept an eye on the only other door behind which the sweet tattooist could be.
