Noel took one step back when he opened the door to her establishment, tilting her head with curiosity as he started speaking. Yet, another smirk formed on her lips. "You mean<i>she</i>? You're staring at the artist. You're actually staring at the owner of this place."<br/><br/>Noel put her hand out to shake the man's hand before turning around and walking to the front desk, sitting down on the very comfortable swivel chair. "I've been tattooing for...10 years now? Yeah, I started when I was 18. If you want to check out my designs then just look up and around the walls." Her hands went up in the air and swiveled around as she said that, giving him a smile, but still feeling irked he automatically assumed a<i>man</i>had to be in charge of her parlor.<br/><br/>The artwork around her walls was exquisite. Unlike many other tattoo artists, she didn't stick to just one type of design. She did anything from "basic-bitch" tattoos, like a feather on a shoulder, to naked women on a douchy 20 year-old guy.  It was hard to keep the surprise off of her face as she continued staring at the beautiful man, wondering why someone like him would want a tattoo. Also, it was hard to place, but she had a feeling she saw this man's face somewhere. This town was small, but not small enough to know everybody.<br/><br/>She waited a few moments before continuing. "What are you looking for? My smallest tattoos go for about $40 to $50 depending on what it is." She highly doubted he would want something big enough for the whole world to see.