Tattoo
When I enter I am momentarily overwhelmed by the hot air and seductive music that seems to never end. It's now after hours so he's alone in the studio, getting ready to tattoo my back. Over the months when I couldn't decide on the final design for my back tattoo we've become quite close, always sharing ideas and teasing each other. Now he's smiling crookedly at me and saying: “I was afraid you changed your mind.” “Never,” I reply with a wink. When I take off my coat he grunts with...