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I sat in the oversized leather chair and watched Aaron examine the sketchbook I’d brought in. He was a legend. The kind of tattoo artist whose waitlist spanned years! And today, it was finally my turn. “A siren, an anchor, and a stormy sea,” Aaron murmured, as his pale green eyes tracked over my leg. “The detail required for this…it’s going to be steep, Amber. Five thousand per session, at least.”
My stomach dropped. I’d been waiting such a long time for this, but my savings wasn’t even remotely enough…even for just the deposit. I came here hoping for a miracle, or perhaps just a lapse in his legendary professional coldness, but it wasn’t looking good. I had to think of something. Fast! Or else, he would kick me out of the shop as quickly as I had walked in.
