Chris went to the back to ask his friend what happened. He found Ed going through some paperwork for new tattoo guns. He seemed pretty frustrated.
"Hey man, what happened with the kid?"
"That kid isn't ready. He won't be good here." Ed said writing some numbers down.
"What'd you say to him? He sounded like he was gonna cry."
"Really? He's definitely not right for here. And nothing much just his art wasn't good and he wouldn't be right here."
"Damn man that's pretty harsh. Just spit on his dreams while you're at it."
Ed finally looked up at Chris with an annoyed look.
"Look man I'm just saying everybody starts somewhere and you know that kid has potential. His sketches weren't that bad."
"Okay even then, the kid was shy and he's too sensitive for a place like this. He probably doesn't have any ink himself."
"None of that even maters if he wants to learn."
The bell rang as someone came into the shop.
"Think about it Ed how could two extra hands be bad around here?"
"Just go help the customer." Ed said frustrated.
Chris left Ed to think and work. Ed wanted to get back to work but began thinking about that kid. Maybe Chris is right, he thought. He shouldn't have taken his anger out on that kid. His damn ex wife had him running on fumes lately. He put that out of his mind and scribbled down Angel Saviter on a sticky note.
***
When I got home it was noon. I decided to call my Dad and see if he was up for lunch or something to keep my mind off of what just happened. I called but there was no answer. He's probably already out of the house as usual. I sat on the couch and thought about Ed. The man was undeniably sexy but he was also a jerk.
I went to my desk and began to draw again. At the same time I was thinking about that conversation. I did for awhile until my hand and head were aching. When Iooked at my finished drawing I was happy with it. It wasn't the best but it was one of the better ones. I looked at it for awhile, the more I did the more I started to not like it. I ended up crumbling it up and started to draw another one. Right when my pencil hit the paper my phone rang.
I didn't know the number but I answered any way.
"Hello?"
"Hey Angel this is Chris from Skin and Ink. I called to let you know that we could use your help around the shop. It probably won't be what you expect. It's more maintenance and helping me and Ed out, but I'd be happy to teach you some tips and tricks with drawing while your here. What do you say?"
"Oh, well umm.. I don't think I can work there Chris. Like Ed said, I'm not the right fit."
"Forget about what he said Angel. He was just angry about something he's going through right now. I talked to him and it was his idea for me to call you."
"How did you get my number?" I asked.
"Oh I actually searched you on Instagram. So are you up for the job?"
I took the phone away from my face to think. A minute later Chris's voice came through the phone.
"You still there?"
"Yea I'm sorry and sure I'll take the job."
"Cool be here tomorrow at eight a.m."
"OK, thanks Chris, bye."
I hung up and took a deep breath. I got a job at a tattoo shop. I glanced over at the paper I was about to start drawing on and stared at it a bit. I needed to practice just in case. The rest of the day was spent drawing.
***
"Hey Ed, I told Angel he could start tomorrow."
"Ok."
"And I was wondering if I could have the day off too. My Lady's parents are in town tomorrow only and she wants me there."
"Seriously? This comes up and you tell the new guy to come tomorrow."
"You can train him can't you?"
Ed grumbled something that Chris couldn't hear.
"What was that bud?"
"Fine take the day off. Also, don't call me bud. I'm your uncle." Ed turned away from Chris to go through some of his recent sketches.
Chris smiled. He liked messing with his uncle sometimes. "Thanks man, appreciate it."
Chris left back to the front of the shop. Ed exhaled loudly thinking about tomorrow and the new guy. He finished up another sketch before closing the shop and heading home.
***
The next morning I was up early, ready for the first day. I was also very nervous about it too. At least Chris will be there hopefully he'll be teaching me what to do.
I got to the shop just as the owner Ed was unlocking the door. God, he looked so sexy. I cleared my throat and said,
"Morning Sir."
"Angel, call me Ed." He grumbled to me.
Ed opened up the shop and turned on the lights. He opened up the register and checked some papers. I stood there awkwardly as he did.
"Let's go to the back." He said to me.
I followed him to the room where we talked the day before. He shuffled through some more papers. I sat in the same chair as yesterday as Ed found what he was looking for. He handed me a paper.
"That's the job's pay, hours, and duties. We didn't get to discuss them yesterday."
That's because you were a jerk I thought. I looked at the job overview and was surprised that they would pay me more than my last job. The hours were good and I would be around some very talented artists.
"This sounds great." I couldn't stop my smile.
He cleared his throat and stood up. Ed stuck out his hand for me to shake. I quickly shook his big, warm, strong hand. He gripped mine firm and I felt my insides quiver. He pulled out of the shake before me. I've never felt that before in my life.
"About yesterday-," He started but I cut him off.
"It's alright Ed, Chris already talked to me. Also if I'll be working here I'll be able to learn from some of the best to improve my not so good artwork."
I saw his eyebrow move when I said the last part. He took nodded and took a deep breath.
"Let's get this day started." He grumbled.
***
Throughout my first day I learned several things from Ed. He taught me where all the tattoo equipment should go when the orders arrived every first of the month. I learned how to use the cash register a bit but Ed said I wouldn't be doing that too much because Chris usually did that. I learned where all the cleaning equipment was and how to clean the 'right way' according to Ed. Ed handled all the customers that day. There wasn't many, only about five people came in.
Ed seemed to be very liked by his customers. They came in and greeted him like they were good friends. Ed put on a different demeanor whenever a customer was in the shop. When it was just me and him it was pretty quiet other than the faint alternative rock coming from the radio by the register. Though, when there's a customer he smiles big and becomes very friendly. When I first saw his smile when that first lady walked in with her boyfriend I almost dropped the broom I was using to sweep. He had a perfect smile with bright white teeth. I quickly got back to work after that. I didn't want to be fired for zoning out and checking out the boss.
When a customer came in an hour before closing Ed decided to let me sit in and watch him outline a coy fish onto the man's arm. I came in and sat just as Ed was starting. The electric purr of the tattoo gun filled the room.
