Natalia hadn’t been feeling like herself recently. Typically, she was the type of woman that did everything she could to feel on top of the world, but instead, she found herself low and despondent. Perhaps that’s why she didn’t go through her usual insolent spiel when she heard someone come through the door of her tattoo parlor. Instead, she simply glanced up for a moment to get a decent look at them, and then let her eyes fall to her sketch book again. “Yeah, hey,” she muttered, shrugging a shoulder. “What can I do for you?”
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