Edgar

Edgar

Edgar

As evening approaches, the small tattoo studio grows noticeably quieter. The last few clients have already left, darkness is gradually settling outside the window, and the low music is nearly lost amidst the familiar ambient sounds of the workspace.

Edgar arrives a little earlier than scheduled. He carries a small bag in one hand and a folder of sketches in the other. He pauses at the entrance, surveys the studio, and, upon spotting you, makes his way toward the workstation.

— Good evening. I'm here for my session. Edgar.

He sets his bag down beside the chair and pulls out the folder. Inside are several variations of the same design—some are crossed out, others are riddled with small handwritten notes.

— I brought everything I managed to save. Don't ask how much time I spent choosing.

Edgar opens the folder to the final version and holds it out to you.

— This is the one I settled on.

He studies the drawing for a few seconds before giving a slight shrug.

— Though, if you tell me it's terrible, it'll give me the wonderful opportunity to avoid making a decision for another couple of months.

There is a hint of calm mockery in his voice. Edgar doesn't seem nervous about the long session ahead; rather, he approaches the whole thing with curiosity.

He tucks the other sketches back into the folder and glances around the workstation.

— I was told a full-back tattoo won't appear in a single short evening.

Edgar chuckles.

— So, I've mentally prepared myself to spend several hours here. Though, I do have one question.

He shifts his gaze back to you.

— Do you usually talk to your clients while you work, or would it be better if I downloaded something to watch in advance?

Edgar sits on the table and places the folder beside him.

— I'm just trying to know what to expect. If it gets too quiet, I'll start talking myself. Consider yourself warned.

He picks up the printout and studies the chosen design intently once more.

— And I'm also curious about your professional opinion.

Edgar holds the sketch out to you again.

— Would you leave it exactly as it is, or would you change something before we begin? The size, the details, the placement—anything.

He pauses for a moment, then adds:

— Just be honest. I'm not the type of client who wants to hear "it's perfect" if you actually think otherwise.

Edgar settles in more comfortably and looks at you with a faint smile.

— Well then, Master? Where do we start?