AllFreeNovel
Share Us
***
We’re the first ones there to open the shop for the day, and I sit on Ezra’s bench and watch him while he methodically sets everything up. When he prints the transfer, I lay facedown on the chair so he can place the tattoo stencil before showing me in the mirror.
“It’s beautiful,” I grin, so excited it’s actually happening.
“Good. Lay back down, then.”
It only takes a couple of hours, and the shop is filling up by the time we’re finished. Everyone shouts greetings to us and coos over what Ezra has done so far. I’m sore, but it’s not too bad, and I nearly forget the pain completely when he shows me it finished, I’m that ecstatic with it.
“Keep this on for now, we’ll take it off later,” he says.
“Okay,” I agree, turning to look at him as I beam. “Thank you so much! It’s perfect.”
He grins back at my obvious happiness, and I reach up to kiss him, showing my gratitude through actions, which is way easier for me. The other artists clap and wolf whistle at our PDA, and I blush, pulling away and ducking my head, but Ezra’s not having that. He dips his head himself, chasing my lips and stealing another breathtaking kiss.
“I’m never gonna be embarrassed about kissing you, Harlow,” he says against my lips, adding one last kiss before standing back and turning to tidy his space. I hang out for a little bit, enjoying the busy hum of Vice Ink, until my phone pings with a message from Fleur asking me to cover the café for the afternoon shift. After saying goodbye to everyone, I stop at home to change before heading over. I expect to relieve Fleur, but Brian is the one to run out the door when I get there.
“I thought I was covering you?” I ask her as she makes coffees.
“No, you’re covering for Nico. I covered his lunch shift, but Brian can’t stay for the afternoon.”
“You’ve been here since six? Why didn’t you call me?” I ask, hurriedly putting my apron on to dive into the late lunch rush.
“I don’t mind,” she says.
“Where’s Nico?” I ask, but she shrugs.
“Just said he was sick,” she says, placing down a coffee and turning her attention back to the queue. I don’t think Nico has called in sick once since we’ve worked here, and straight away, I start to plan my coffee-and-cake delivery.
