He turned around from his pacing, his hand discreetly secreting something metallic back into his pocket, quickly wiping his mouth, and smiled broadly and guilelessly. His white teeth made a bright contrast to his dark skin and he looked just a little deer in the headlights awkwardly.<br/><br/>"Oh you know, just enjoying the weather" he said a bit sheepishly, then took the door from her. He stood there, half in and half out.<br/><br/>"Do you know the artist here at this establishment? May I speak with him?" His voice lacked the urban patois - his suburban upbringing let him code switch effortlessly, indeed this was much more natural for him.<br/><br/>He felt awkward looking right into someone's face who stood right up towards him, and at first his eyes moved downwards before he decided no that was not the best direction. His very slightly alcohol lubricated mind turned a glimpse of her skin into resurfaced memories of teenaged loves, in freer days, and he tried to push past the thoughts by looking just behind her, at the mirror. There he could appreciate her tattoos at far more comfortable a distance.<br/><br/>"I'd like to learn about his experience and qualifications? Discuss some designs?"