<i>Reach</i>. What an interesting nickname that was. She gave him a small smile, averting his gaze for a few moments to gather her thoughts. There was something mysterious about this man. When she saw him through the glass doors, she thought she saw every part of him. Bible-thumping, virgin man who never saw any hardships at life. Now, however, his voice was as smooth as honey, but hinted with a mysterious note she couldn't quite grasp. Noel cleared her throat and sat back in her chair, lifting up her arms to put her hair in a ponytail. "Thank you. It's nice to meet you, Reach." Her eyes traveled to the strange woman at the door, looking down at the business card Reach had given her. Did that say Reach too or was it his real name? Suddenly, she didn't like not knowing his actual name, but she kept that to herself.<br/><br/>"You can sit in the waiting room if you would like, miss," Noel said to the strange woman. "The rain shouldn't be too much longer." Noel wasn't the kindest person on the planet, oblivious to the woman's obvious pain. To her, it was just a person who was possibly homeless looking for a place to sleep. Noel didn't like beggars. Turning back to Reach, she grabbed the black necklace between her fingers and started twirling it. "So, tell me what kind of design you're wanting. What part of your story do you want to tell through your ink? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, you can just think about it and then tell me what kind of tattoo you would like."