r o m a n "Ooh, that's cute," Roman said, after pausing the work to look at the dandelion seeds behind her ear. The tattoo artist in him was critiquing the piece, noting that the ink was fading a little bit in some places. But it wasn't that big of a deal and still looked quite lovely. Roman spent the next two and a half hours working on Sara's floral tattoo. He worked diligently and carefully, making sure that every stroke of ink was placed correctly, making sure that every outline was dark and strong. It was clear that he was meant to do this. It was clear that this was his calling. "And ... we are all done," he said, pulling away from Sara and licking his lips as he turned off his machine. Roman stood up and stretched his arms, his joints clicking due to sitting in the same position for several hours. He then helped Sara up from the bench and lead her over to the mirror, sitting on the wall of the room. He took another mirror, this one hand-held, and held it up so Sara could look into it, thus seeing her back in the reflection of the other mirror. "Do you like it?"