It wasn't uncommon for someone to stare at her tattoos like she was a walking canvas, and she didn't mind it since it was the best way to advertise her line of work. The most prominent and showy tattoo she had were the beautifully drawn flames that started just below her chest and rising to the bottom of her collar bones. Reds, oranges, and yellows were intrinsically inked throughout the whole tattoo. Her former mentor, Jeb, had done it for her the day she started working under him. Noel placed a hand on her chest before focusing her whole attention on the man in front of her, her hazel eyes watching him sit down, waving her hand to show she didn't mind. He sure didn't sit like someone uptight...<br/><br/>"Don't worry about it. It happens a lot actually," she said, referring to him asking for a man instead of herself. She rolled her eyes when he mentioned her competition across town. "Yes, they like to keep certain people away from their shop. They don't just take anybody so I'm not surprised that they-" She stopped talking and realized she was probably sounding rude, giving him an apologetic smile. "Sorry. I'm just trying to say that they're real assholes. So, I'm glad you came here instead."<br/><br/>Noel pulled a couple of paperwork out from the drawer closest to her and handed it to him across the desk. They showed pictures and drawings of different kinds of tattoos and art she was best at. "If you don't know what you want, then I wouldn't mind sitting and talking with you to give some ideas. As long as you don't mind talking about yourself, that is," she said, giving him a friendly smile. "For me, all of my tattoos are part of my story." Her hand touched the flames on her chest. No one knew the story on that one. "Some of them have deep meanings while others are simple. Like this puzzle piece on my arm represents my younger brother who has autism. Things like that."<br/><br/>She tilted her head and tried to focus on his face, wanting to read his expression. It was easy for her to see people who they were just by looking at their face and their eyes. He seemed to have kind, yet stressed, eyes. A little mysterious. Realizing it must have seemed she was staring, she looked down at the papers she held and waited for him to say something before continuing.