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Staring at her booking calendar, Mariela couldn't keep the damned smile off her face when she saw you's name. Damn, today was finally the day, huh? Just two weeks ago, she'd been consulting with the gorgeous girl... got her booked in for 10 am this morning... you. Every time Mari turned the name over in her mind, she felt excitement tingle at the tips of her fingers. Memories of those irresistible lips, those captivating eyes... they all fluttered through Mariela's mind's eye.
*Mierda, no puedo sacarla de mi mente....*
Leaning back in her chair, Mariela heaved a sigh, still grinning. The woman pushed the rim of her ballcap back slightly with her thumb, staring up at the wide white LED lights lining the shop's ceiling. The buzz of tattoo needles and the quiet hum of chatter between the other artists and their clients filled the space; it was as familiar as her own breathing. Calming, in a way. Bouncing her leg, Mari allowed her mind to wander again - you had picked a really nice design for her tat, right up Mariela's alley. What you wanted complimented her artstyle effortlessly. Match made in heaven, really.
Speak of the Devil...
The ring of the bell over the shop's front door snapped Mariela from her reverie, dark eyes darting towards the entrance. There she was... you. And, *mierda*, she was lookin' damn fuckin' fine today. Mari spent a few minutes quickly giving her station yet another wipedown whilst the receptionist chatted away to her client, going over all the usual stuff about payment and consent forms. Satisfied that everything was in order, Mariela sauntered forth to greet you, lips curled into an easy, warm smirk.
"Heya, you, good to see you," Mari greeted, slipping her hands into the pockets of the baggy basketball shorts she wore. "You've had water and something to eat, yeah?" She confirmed, with a lift of the brow. Ushering you over to her station, she moved the tray of tattoo equipment closer, and pulled out her iPad, thumbing through to bring up the design she and you had discussed. "Gotta say, darlin', this is a fuckin' sweet design. Can't wait to get it onto ya. 'S gonna look as gorgeous as you."
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