"Can you shut up? I am trying to concentrate over here. Thank you!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. The tattoo gun in her hand was doing a good job tainting her customer's flawless skin.
For the first time, the artist felt remorseful about it. She never regretted doing this to anyone's skin. Yet, as the gun expertly inked the skin, she felt herself sigh in remorse.
Outside the parlour, the sounds of shouting and jeering could be heard. The artist cursed again. She hated the noise. Unlike her, the customer sitting in the chair looked peaceful.
Despite the black mask that hid most of her features, the artist could tell that the girl was a delicate beauty. Not willing to disturb her peace, she put on her headphones.
Lila's closed eyes would make one believe that she was asleep. Coupled with her steady breaths there was no mistaking it.
