THREE YEARS LATER
"Robin!"
Robin glances up from where he'd previously been setting up for a new client. Lane rushes in his room, and she's slightly out of breath. She leans forward, resting a hand on the metal table as she composes herself. So Robin is going to have to sanitize that again.
"What?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. He's used to this girl overreacting—she's the receptionist, it's her first job, and she's constantly stressed—so he isn't particularly alarmed.
"Okay, okay, how mad—how mad would you be, if I double booked you. In an hour."
Robin frowns. Double booked him? But he checked, he only has one appointment today. In an hour, for an infinity sign on a girl's wrist. He's pretty sure she just turned eighteen, due to how generic the tattoo she wants is.
