Almost done

The tattoo is almost finished. I have to present it in 2 hours... No pressure, eh? I just need a few more touches of white and red, and it'll be done. Every detail counts, so I take the time to refine it.

And then I realize: I haven't eaten. Not a bite. Not a cup of coffee. Not a thing. My stomach growls, but adrenalin keeps me from thinking about it. All that matters is this tattoo. A little more effort and I'll be able to take a breather (and maybe treat myself to a sandwich, who knows?).

It's an intense day, but that's what I like.