It was lightly snowing. The ground was covered in a blanket of snow that was no deeper than a few centimetres. I looked out of the shop window that I had started my own tattoo pariler and also worked in magic. It was a slow day for most schools and shops in the town. I looked down at the Jake decides while scratching its head. The bell then rang. I quickly looked up again. A guy in his mid-twenties walked in. His hair was in the dreadlocks style with some beads here and there. The dreadlocks were also tied up, but there was a few hanging over his shoulder onto his chest. This guy’s style altogether was almost like that of Samuel Larsen or even the average white guy that had dreadlocks or that of a guy that rode a skateboard.
"Hi there" I started "what can I do for you today" I further said. "I heard that you deal in tattoos and magic. And I was told that you were the one to go to" the unknown man said.
"Why yes, that's right. Welcome to MadamAqua’s Tattoo's. What would you like done" I asked. He handed me the piece of paper and I looked at it. It was of a retro boombox. I then put the stencil down and turned to the unknown man.
"Where do you want it done?" I asked.
"On my upper back" he responded.
"Ok, that can be done. I can also do it now if you want" I said. He looked at me and then smiled. "Thanks, that would be great" he then responded.
"You can take off your top and lay on the table" I asked him. With one glance of his upper body as he took off his top, I wasn't able to pull my eyes from his ripped body. He had tattoos dotted on other parts of his body, but this was nothing new for him.
"I think you’re really good looking. I would like to be with you. Oh and my name is James" he responded. I looked up at him, surprised at what he said.
"Wow, I never had someone say anything like that to me since before my boyfriend died" I told him. I started tattooing James.
"Before your boyfriend died" James responded.
"I don't like talking about it while I am tattooing someone" I said.
"I am so sorry about that" James told me.
"Don't worry about it James. I get by" I responded. There was silence for a moment, and then there was the buzzing of the needle that broke the silence.
"So what's the deal with these tattoos? Do I have to be thinking of something or someone for it to work" James asked.
"The ink is different to the ink normally used in tattooing. It already knows what each person would want done. That being for love or protection. If for example you wanted a protection tattoo, the ink will start tingling in a certain way. If that person dies the makeup of the tattoo changes. The magic only starts to work once the tattoo starts to heal. Once that happens, you might feel a little strange. I had this method of tattooing done before with my first tattoo" I said.