enchantedrcses:
Cierra was embarrassed, having mistaken the back of her head for someone else. “Sorry, you look just like a customer I have. She has gotten about sixteen different tattoos. I am convinced she is only making appointment so she can see me. It’s flattering, but she is running out of room on her arm.” She looked at the person’s arm. “Clearly, that is not you.”
She laughed, to relieve the tension of the moment, extending her hand in an old fashioned way. “I am Cierra by the way. Sorry for accosting you like this.”
a quick glance down at her own bare arms, and minnie began to laugh softly. she had no ( visible ) tattoos whatsoever, so she was still a little confused as to why this woman had approached her in the first place. she wasn’t one to say no to company, however, and was eager to take the stranger’s extended hand in her own to give it a soft shake.
“ minevra, or minnie. whichever you prefer. ” she beams, looks up to meet cierra’s eyes. “ and i’d say accosting is a bit of a harsh word. all is forgiven. ”









