The Tattoo Artist and The Virgin (Anonymous Request)
She tapped her fingers on the counter as she looked around the parlor in awe, design frames, posters, and colored lights hung on the walls together with some graffiti here and there. The man behind the counter was double checking her details as she shifted nervously on her feet. “I’m taking this is your first time?” she barely heard him talk before the question registered in her head and she glanced at the man who never took his eyes from the computer. “Yeah, it is.” she wrung her fingers together uneasily.
The man placed his forearms on the counter and faced her, the blow that came from his piercing blue eyes almost made her loose her balance but her internal pep talk allowed her to keep herself in check. “Well, if what the person who recommended the artist to you is true then you have nothing to worry about.”
"She was pretty confident when she told me that he’s actually more than good. And I’ve been scouring places for my first, so when she told me about him I just thought that maybe this is it, prolonging the agony will just make things worse so why don’t I take a chance on this one." She took a deep breathe and closed her eyes for a moment before opening them to find him still regarding her with curiosity and a hint of amusement. "I’m sorry I’m rambling and what I just said doesn’t make any sense and I should just stop talking, it’s the nerves."
The man chuckled and gave her an encouraging smile. “I’ve seen worse, but whenever you feel ready, sweetheart.”
"Right now." She answered immediately with a braveness she wasn’t sure if it was coming from her or from his eyes. "No need to postpone the inevitable, right?"
"Then please follow me." he gestured with his hand towards a room and she pushed herself to take a step which she did and the smirk never fell from his face. "Take a seat, I’m gonna get everything set up."
"Wait" he halted in his step as he heard her call out, "Where is he? I’d like to meet this artist beforehand. I mean that’s how this goes right, I can’t just-" she was cut off mid sentence as the man laughed lightly and suddenly took a step closer to her and held out his hand. "Daryl Dixon, the artist, at your service.
"Oh" she looked at him, at his outstretched hand and then back to him dumbfoundedly. She took his hand and felt the hair on her arms and on her back stand at the contact. "Andrea never mentioned-"
"Andrea talks a bit too much about a lot of things." he was still holding her hand and it seemed like he wasn’t intending to let it go anytime soon but she cleared her throat and dropped it to his disappontment but he just plastered a smile and stepped away from her and was about to get his equipment ready when he halted by the door and faced her, "I’ll be back. You’ll be alright, Beth." With one final look he disappeared into another room leaving her utterly breathless by that one syllable that was her name. This was going to be a long day.