Wylder could see the calculations running across Zeke’s face.
Zeke shook his head. “No. We can do the outline on a Saturday but it needs at least a week to heal before I shade or it will look like shit. Maybe two Saturday sessions.”
“Gotcha. Thanks, babe.” She popped her gum and left the room.
“What’s going on there?” Wylder asked.
Zeke sighed and returned to tattooing. “No idea. We’re on a break right now, I guess. Her request. That woman is going to be the death of me. Maybe we’ll both meet cool women at the bar tonight. Fingers crossed.”
“Maybe you’ll meet someone. I’m taking a break. Mind’s made up.”
“That’s all right, man. More options for me.”