“The brunette in the middle. Seb got the other walk-in. His friends are just waiting for him down here.”
“Okay, thanks.” He went over to introduce himself and find out what the woman wanted, hoping it would be something small and uncomplicated. But he took one glance at the binder she and her friends had open and started shaking his head.
“Hi. I’m Gabe. I’ll be the one tattooing you, but I’m not inking an astrological sign unless it’s going to be somewhere on your body where no one will see it.”
The brunette blinked at him. “Why not?”
“Because all anyone is going to think when they see ink like that is either you’re dumb or unoriginal because you got the same tattoo as forty thousand other Virgos. I mean, you’re going to be forty one day, eh? You should get a tattoo that doesn’t make it look like you can’t remember your own birthday.”
“Who asked you?” one of the brunette’s friends snapped at him.