Kip was sitting at the main desk, drawing when the bell over the door chimed gently, and he looked up and smiled at the girl who stood next to the counter.
“Hello.”
“Hey,” she glanced around the studio at the artists who were busy working and Kip saw her eyes slide to the pages of flash he had spread out in front of him. “I want to get a tattoo.”
“Cool,” it was the standard reply, but Kip could already see the woman had another tattoo on her shoulder. She turned automatically to show it off,