~ parlor and watching the world go by on the sidewalk. In fifteen minutes, I have an appointment. It's a simple tattoo. One of those spur ~

~ of the moment "I'm 18, wild, and free" rebellions. But I'm not one to judge. As long as I'm getting paid and getting to sling ink, my ~

~ lips are sealed. Moving around my bench, I start getting everything ready for the session. Summer means late nights in the city that ~

~ never sleeps. I know that this won't be my only tattoo of the day. But I'm ready for it. Something has to entertain me while I'm cooped ~

~ up inside out of the unbearable heat. Not to mention that Daniel Hollander should be in later. His presence always makes everything ~

~ better. Whenever my sisters and I opened our shop, I never expected it to do as well as it has. But even more so, I never expected to ~

~ find love. A smile plays across my lips just as I hear the bell on the door chime. Heading out to meet my client and get started, I try ~

~ not to count the hours until Daniel Hollander comes in.}}

{{My entire being melts into Daniel Hollander as our lips meet. The girl's attention on him and how it made my eyes narrow disappears. The ~

~ stress of work just fades away. Whenever Daniel Hollander and I are together, it feels like we're the only people in the world. As we ~

~ break away from the kiss and embrace, I glance down at my client.}} Five minute break. Feel free to get some air or use ~ Daniel Hollander

~ the restroom. {{Pointing to the vintage metal sign hanging over the bathroom, I turn and reach for Daniel Hollander's hand. Tugging him ~

~ down the hallway to the office, I look back to Daniel Hollander with a grin.}} You're early. Trying to suck up to the boss? {{Laughter ~

~ spills from my lips as I enter the office with Daniel Hollander in tow. Turning, I stand with my body propped up against the desk, the ~

~ top digging into my rear. My eyes slide to Daniel Hollander's face.}} Too bad we can't ditch this place.