They finished their lunch and paid the tab, heading out into the bright sunlight. Blake regarded her curiously. I want to take you one more place before we head home.
Rather than heading to the car, he led her in the opposite direction to the door of Kink Ink. Are we getting a tattoo? she wondered.
Not today, but Im not ruling it out for later. I want you to meet someone. He held open the door for her.
The shop was empty when they walked in, bell over the door tinkling to announce their presence. Shasta wandered over to study the tattoo samples on the wall, poring over the vast array of colors and shapes. Blake settled, leaning against the glass case. They heard a female voice from behind the black curtain separating the front space from the back. Coming!