Jeremy actually smiled. So he liked his boss. That was good. He'd let her know later when she'd stopped lecturing him for going out without her express permission or whatever grownup shit she was on about today. "Your boss is my sister," he said, smirking. "Elena Gilbert. I'm Jeremy Gilbert." Okay, so technically she was his cousin, but that story was way way too complicated to start out on with a random stranger.
"Employee," he confirm, although the fact that Elena was his sister had probably given away that he wasn't some stupid little fanboy. "I'm a tattooist, apparently. He had to admit, his job was pretty cool, even if he didn't really know what he was doing yet.