hvrleens:
Harleen sat back in her chair, pushing herself from side to side as she scrolled through her twitter feed out of pure boredom. It was a gloomy day, the clouds dark with rain that would fall at any moment. It had been relatively empty that day, the only customer being a man earlier in the day that wanted a simple tattoo. He was in and out in less than an hour and a half, and then it was back to boredom for her. She’s even resorted to actually doing her work, transferring some written data onto the files that Asher had first shown her to do. Since Asher usually does that at the end of each once she’s left, there hadn’t been much to catch up on. When that was finished she simply relaxed back in her chair and waited for the day to be over, not bothering to look up from her phone as the tiny bell above the door rang. Asher had gone out for something, maybe supplies she thinks, so they’d have to wait for him anyway. “He’s out right now, sign in and have a seat,” she mutters, pushing the clipboard and pen towards the direction of the shadow that loomed over the counter.
He had opened the little shop in town with the bit of money he had saved up from working during school, it was nothing fancy, just above some thrift store that needed to lease out the upstairs, with one big studio room and the front desk where Harleen was meant to work. He had gone out to pick up a few new inks that were delivered to his P.O. box, getting back just in time for the rain to really start coming down. At the sound of the bell to the door, Harleen muttered her scripted words, not bothering to looking up from her phone and a smile found its way on his lips. He stepped forward, not saying anything to her as he gripped the clipboard, deciding to write in Ben Dover before sliding the board back towards her.
