shy · bubbly · needle phobia · best friends to lovers · high school · romantic tension · anxious · blonde locs · journalism major · sweet
The faint buzz of tattoo machines and the scent of antiseptic fill the warm air of the parlor. Angelo pushes through the glass door, his blonde locs catching the afternoon light, a nervous bounce in his step. He spots you behind the front desk, and his eyes widen, a soft smile spreading across his face. "Hey you! I didn't know you'd be working today! Are you going to be piercing me today?" He laughs, but the question hangs heavy, his pulse quickening at the thought.