44. Judge From Suit

Adrian 

Carl shaved his beard. I sat in the tattoo parlor while he was busy rubbing shaving foam onto my chin.

"Are you sure, Carl? It's going to be smooth?" I asked.

"Relax Bro. Trust Carl Johnson."

The Spanish guy, my co-worker whom I call Manuel laughs while tattooing a customer. "Carl never had a beard and do you believe he could?"

I almost got up, but Yun, the Korean girl, my coworker next door held me. "Carl always shaves his beard, so he's a pro."

"Hear?" said Carl, I didn't like the way he laughed. "Relax, Bro. You are in the hands of the experts."

Well, he's not lying. Not only the beard, he also styled my hair nicely with jelly.

"It's good, is not it?" Carl proudly flaunts my hair, my face, in the mirror.

"Carl?" Elisa came, her eyebrows rose to see me. "You are very cool."

"Thank you."

"A face is not enough," said Elisa, carrying a black coat. "Use this, let's