OLIVIA
The next day
As I put the finishing touches on my client's tattoo, my phone continued to vibrate relentlessly. The sound grated on my nerves, interrupting the peaceful ambiance of the studio.
My client, sensing my distraction, looked at me with concern. "Everything alright, Olivia? You seem a bit off today."
I offered a reassuring smile, trying to mask my inner turmoil. "Oh, it's nothing. Just some personal stuff. Don't worry about it!”
Curiosity danced in their eyes as they gestured towards my phone. "Is it something urgent? Maybe you should take a look."
I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to acknowledge the persistent interruptions. But my professionalism won over, and I decided to address the matter later.
"Nah, it's probably just a spam call or something. It
