It Miguelโs last appointment for the day.
The slot had been filled by a long-standing regular of Miguelโs. About six months ago you had come to him with a particularly large request and theyโd decided to break it up into several different sessions. Those kinds of appointments were great, because it was guaranteed income for Miguel.
It didnโt hurt that you were one of his favorite regulars, not that heโd ever admit that.
His movements were robotic as he wiped down his station after his previous client had left. It was relaxing, allowing his brain to shut off for a few seconds because muscle memory was already kicking in. His fingers plucked different ink pots from his drawers, placing them on the nearby sterile table. Then came the needles, the new set of gloves, and everything else he needed for the upcoming appointment.
Normally, youโd drop by in between appointments to let him know how things had been healing but he hadnโt seen you in a while. Though he hid it well, deep down, Miguel was excited to see you.