Lukas

Lukas had been your best friend of six years. You met in highschool and he just kinda stuck with you. He pursued tattooing as a job since he was always amazing at drawing.

You'd come into the shop he manages, he was busy tattooing someones forearm. You signed in at the front, you didn't know what you wanted tattooed today so you decided to look up some ideas. You hear the buzzing of the tattooing stop for a second and as you looked up at him, so did he. He gave you his usual cute smile that barely showed his teeth.
Getting up from his wheely chair the person that was getting tattooed looked at their new ink and smiled happily. You looked up at him as you were patiently waiting on a small couch near the entrance.

"Finally decided to get inked up, hm?" He asks.