Dans pov
I sit in the tattoo shop. I'm getting my 32nd tattoo. It's a pencil on the blade of my forearm because I love art and have always wanted to be a tattoo artist. I get my tattoos here free because I work here but one day I want to open my own tattoo shop.
I feel my collegue that I can't remember the name of wile my arm.
"Done." He says,
"Thank you," I reply and walk out of the room.
As I walk out I notice a man with black hair sitting alone in a corner with his head in his hands rocking back and forth.
"Hey," I say softly,
He pulls his head up and looks at me with fear in his stunning blue eyes.
"It's ok, my names Dan. What's up?"
"It's my first tattoo and I'm terrified!" He cries,
"It's ok. I work here so I can do the tattoo for you if you like and I'm the only one here who knows how it feels getting a tattoo. I was terrified too,"
His eyes light up, "I'm Phil, please could you do the tattoo?"
"Of course!" I lead him into a room where he can pick a tattoo and sit down opposite him.
"So what were you thinking of getting?"
