The shop door dings. It's been a long day. Bad Omens rumbles from the speaker and it's the only thing keeping me going on this dreary afternoon. Until I look up and see her, the little minx. You could say she’s wearing just enough for a tattoo, but if she were mine, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight looking like that. The drizzle and wind have messed with her hair, and her face is flushed from the cold. Before she even s...