She took out the laptop from her bag and put it in front of me.
"What is this for?"
"Live recording"
"Oh"
She took out a small camera and wore it on her forehead, like it was some kind of headband.
"It will hurt a little. Please endure it"
"Finish it quickly"
[Calm down, Das]
"I am calm!"
"Sorry?"
"It wasn't talking to you"
She began tattooing.
"Does it hurt?"
"I doesn't"
"If it hurts, then I can slow down"
"It doesn't hurt. Please finish it quickly"
It doesn't hurt at all.
I can't even feel anything in the first place.
After tattooing for a while, she stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I can't do it"
"What do you mean?"
"I need to talk while doing it. And you just...I am sorry I can continue"
"Wait, what's wrong?"
"I am sorry"
"What do you mean by can't continue it? It's your damn job!"
