Noel walked around the shop to turn on every lamp needed to light up the place. With the rain, it felt gloomy. After turning on the last one, she looked around and stared at the wall closest to her, admiring the swirly letters that made up the name<i>Moore Tats</i>. She had thought the name clever since her last name was Moore, but now it seemed a little too simple; even for her. She turned around and was about to head to the back of the store when she caught a glimpse of something in the stand-up mirror. The mirror was supposed to be for customers who wanted to check out their tattoos once she was finished, but it also helped her to see if people were going to come in or out of the store since it was angled perfectly at the entrance.<br/><br/>Her hazel eyes narrowed at the sight of a man trying to peer through the glass. He seemed...uptight. Definitely someone she wouldn't think would ever want to come in a tattoo parlor. Noel swiveled her body around to get to the front door, her perfectly shaped eyebrows lifted in a curious manner. "You do know I can see you, right?" she said loudly, a smirk planted firmly on her face. She put a hand on one of her hips and leaned to the side.<br/><br/>Noel was the absolute opposite of the man before her. Although they were both tall, she didn't have the caramel skin he beautifully adored. Her skin was almost a light cream color with a hint of rose, her cheeks painted with an even deeper pink. Her short, dark brown hair was up in a ponytail, as usual, and her face had little to no makeup on. She always found herself looking better without all that crap on her face.<br/><br/>Her skinny jeans were tight against her slender body, forming to the curves she had on her hips. She bore a maroon-colored crop top which left anyone able to see all of the tattoos that marked on her body. The man in front of her? Prude. Had to be. She gave him another expectant look, holding out her hand in a questionable manner. "In or out, buddy?"