"Don't worry about it, it was a long time ago." Brett said, getting a hold on his emotions. He wasn't some kid who just had his favorite toy broken. He was a grown man and he needed to act like one. He smiled brightly when she pulled out a binder and said that she wouldn't rush him. Brett appreciated the fact that she wasn't just treating him like a walking dollar sign, shoving some generic brand on him and sending him on his way.
"Sorry Lauren. I have a bad habit of goin formal. I suppose if I'm allowed to call you by your name, you should be able to call me by mine. I'm Brett. He said laughing a little at his own expense. He listened closely as she described all the different colors or shapes she could do for him and Brett was overwhelmed at the sheer amount of different tattoo styles. He composed himself enough to answer with some form of knowledge. "I would prefer to go with mostly black and grey, with a touch of color. I feel like that captures the seriousness more than bright splashes of color." He said pointing to the last sketch she showed him.