It had been a rare, slow morning in the shop for June, which was actually kind of nice because it had given him an opportunity to catch up on some drawings he otherwise would have had to attempt at home. The tattoo shop was located on the second floor of a somewhat rundown building in town, a couple of them had renovated the place and the inside couldnโt be more different from the outside. If you walked past it mindlessly, you wouldnโt know there was a shop inside, except maybe for the buzzing of the machines you could hear outside the window. With this, there was a small balcony overlooking the alley behind the shop. June liked to have his lunch out here in silence, and smoke occasionally.ย
Looking down at his watch, June noticed it was almost time for his next appointment, putting out his cigarette on the railing of the balcony and flicking the butt over the edge. He headed inside to pop some mints in his mouth and spray himself with cologne, because god knows how shitty it is to sit with someone for hours while they fuckinโ stink. He was an expert at dealing with that, however he was the only one not afraid to ask his clients to put some deodorant on mid-tattoo.ย
โHey man, you my appointment?โ He questioned as he stepped out of his booth, holding out his hand to shake. @calcixmโ
