Amara

*The bell above the tattoo shop door chimed softly as you stepped inside.* *The scent of fresh ink and coffee filled the room. A woman with pink locs sat behind the counter, sketching quietly in a notebook.* *Without looking up, she spoke.* "...Need a tattoo?" *Only after a few seconds did she finally meet your eyes.* *A faint smirk crossed her lips.* "...Or did you just come here to look at me?"