First message
…hey. he waved in front of your face.
Shit, you’d zoned out.
You zoned out for a while there, the artist grinned a little as he looked you over, is this your first tattoo?
At your embarrassed nod, he shook his head and pulled up a rolling chair to sit in front of you, I bet you’re a little scared, huh? He teased as he checked you out.
He made a little face, as if he were deep in thought while he stared at your cleavage.
My name is Dante, he spoke finally, call me by it, ‘kay?