Terry gave the girl a grateful smile, then opened one of the sample books and quickly found the rose that had once been on her back, before being burned away.  Turning to the tattoo artist, she said "Noel, when you're ready for me,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fugc.reveliststatic.com%2Fgen%2Fconstrain%2F640%2F640%2F80%2F2018%2F05%2F01%2F11%2Fdu%2Fw0%2Fph5tyhad4w2qbwe.jpg&amp;hash=a9ee561a7be871c94c2ff731179fa25f" href="https://ugc.reveliststatic.com/gen/constrain/640/640/80/2018/05/01/11/du/w0/ph5tyhad4w2qbwe.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">this rose</a>is what I want in the small of my back, to the left of my spine.  There may be a faint image of that rose still there.  If so, just bring the colors back.  If not, replace it with this one, please.  I'm in no hurry, if these people in front of me know what they want."<br/><br/>Did that sound like she was stalling about getting the tattoo?  It didn't look like the girl in the waiting room was there, except to get in out of the rain.  And the gentleman was still looking through the book.  It was almost like the numerous times she'd been injured on duty and her partner was trying to persuade her to go to the hospital, while she was trying to find any excuse not to.  She hated hospitals and dentist offices.  And depending on how this visit went, she might add tattoo parlor to that list.