Tattoos are...

As we sat inside the tattoo shop there was small talk mixed with hidden secrets. This happened to be one of the businesses his family owned. I never would have guessed it. I wasn’t sure what type of businesses I assumed he was talking about. I expected more mob less average guy next door.

Tadeas explained how he had known the artist his entire life. They looked about the same age. The shop was clean from what I saw. I was completely smitten with Tadeas the whole time. I hardly noticed anything about the artist himself or the work.

I sat in the chair listening to the low buzzing noise coming from the tattoo gun. It hummed as the man traced along Tadeas’ wrist. I tried peaking over his broad shoulders to see what he was having drawn as the artist covered it with his hand.

“No peaking. I don’t care who you are.” He said seriously.

“Geesh.” I said looking for Tadeas to give in and show me. “Not until it is finished, then you