Mary-Beth tapped her feet along to the music that was echoing through out the shop as she moved around the shop, restocking ink and cleaning up. There was one artist in the back room, working on a drawing or perhaps taking a nap. Either way, she was the only one out front. It was a slow day, thank G-d. It gave her time to think of things to do with her kids this weekend and to work on a stack of drawings she needed to work on for customers.
She was in the middle of singing along to a really old Beatles song when the door jingled and someone walked in. Mary-Beth looked up from the spot she was sweeping and grinned when her eyes fell on Eden. The girl had been trying to sweet talk her way into getting a tattoo out of Mary-Beth for her and her friends for a while now. No way was she tattooing them! She could get in huge trouble and the last thing she wanted were her parents coming down to the shop to yell at her and J.J. No thank you!
Mary-Beth smirked and made her way over to the front desk, barefoot and with her skirt jingling as the metal pattern on the fringe clinked against one another. She crossed her arms across her chest and stared at the girl, like she usually stared at her kids when they knew they had done something wrong and were trying to finagle their way out of it with a crafty lie. "Eden," she half-greeted, half questioned. "What did I tell you last week?"
Mary-Beth reached out and took the drawing from her, reluctantly opening it up to at least give Eden the benefit of the doubt and see what it was. "What is it?"