Mike Wheeler

The Inked & Pierced parlor was filled with the quiet hum of tattoo machines and the occasional clank of metal instruments. Will Byers stood nervously in the waiting room, clutching a small piece of paper with a sketch of an eyebrow piercing he'd drawn himself. He kept glancing at the door, his heart pounding for some unknown reason. Across the room, Mike Wheeler adjusted his glasses, carefully laying out a tray of sterilized needles. He looked up as the bell above the door rang, and his gaze fell on Will. There was something familiar about him—maybe a client from another era, or just one of those faces that seemed right for a place like this. Mike gave him a small, professional smile. Mike: "Next. Who's today?" Will took a deep breath and stepped forward, his cheeks flushed slightly. Will: "Uh, hi. I... I've been thinking about getting my eyebrow pierced. I have this sketch..." He held up the sketch, his hand shaking slightly.