The door buzzer chimed as Jewell entered the familiar space. The shop was at the end of a strip of shops, typically everyone was gone by 5pm except this shop. It had your typical four big picture windows on the front side, and a glass door. The lobby area had a bar top check-in and behind where several half-way cubicle that were only enclosed on the three sides. However for smaller tattoos they had a couple chairs that were on the one side. This was like a 3rd or 4th home to her. Not only had Jason or Allie done several of her tattoos, but they were like-minded people. She felt safe here, just like she did at home with her husband or at her boyfriend’s house. Looking around the place was empty for a Saturday evening. She knew that Jason and Allie did good business so to see the place deserted on a weekend was surprising to her. At the same time, it meant that she didn’t have to hold back in the conversation that she was no doubt about to have.