Tattoo Parlor

@Narsha After this Jay felt more relieved and his cool attitude was returning to him. He was glad about how the night ended, not exactly thrilled about the process but still, things went well enough.

"Yeah I know," he responded. "Well I didn't want to rush you or anything but if you wanna just kill the wait we could go tomorrow." Jay felt his confidence come back to him. "In fact I like that a lot better. It's not like I'll be doing anything either way." He was grinning from ear to ear now as he stood up and grabbed his coat. "Wear something nice." He said jovially as he strode toward the door. He tried to play it cool, though he was sure she would burst out laughing any moment, and he was okay with that.

@Jay Park The hug caught her off-guard and she awkwardly patted his back as a nervous chuckle came from . It was unusual for him to be so affectionate and so spontaneous but she guessed that was something she would have to get used to if they were going to seriously date. Jay was nothing if not multifaceted and a constant surprise.

"We are probably going to see each other every day. You know that, right?" she asked, trying her best not to laugh at his odd way of handling things. "Friday sounds fine and you know where I am so I guess it's a date." Narsha chuckled to herself and wondered if maybe he was more of a lightweight than he let on.

@Narsha Jay didn't speak initially, he simply leaned forward and hugged the artist currently nursing his wound. It dawned on him that of all places to cut his hand opened, a tattoo parlor was probably as convenient as it could get just shy of a hospital. "Thanks," he spoke, as he held on to her.

"I was just thinking, tomorrow might be a bit short notice, but maybe Friday I could pick you up? Take you somewhere nice?" He let go of her and leaned back in the comfy leather chair that he'd sat on for many sessions prior. It was strange, sitting her with her without the familiar buzz of the ink needle for white noise. It was quiet, but wonderful. He eagerly awaited her response.

@Jay Park It was almost just like a cartoon as she watched his expression. She could practically see the lightbulb going on over his head and it was hard not to laugh out loud at him. There was next to nothing in the world she found funnier than a man realizing the obvious and Jay at that moment was a prime example.

"You really are slow, ya know?" she teased as she finished the bandage and then pushed down on it just enough to hurt him a bit. "If you had just been a little more on the ball then you could have avoided battling my dry wall over my heart. I assure you, as attractive as that painted surface is it has nothing on you."

Narsha set back down and looked up at him with a soft smile, shaking her head slightly. "Of course I would like to go out with you in a more formal way. I am a pretty cheap date but I should hope for something a little bit more than Micky D's." she joked and collected the garbage again, throwing it all into the untied bag before setting it with the others.

@Narsha Jay prepared himself for the burn of the disinfectant. He was going to tell how he didn't want to destroy anything and he was just letting his anger out but the the alcohol that was cleaning his wound also did a good job of keeping him from speaking anything more complicated than a wince of pain.

He listened to her as she took the bandages and started to wrap his hand. "Yeah." he responded to the first sentence she uttered, he rolled his head back. He had never had an embarrassment as a possible cause of death on any case he'd work on but at the moment it didn't seem far too unlikely.

Then he heard it. 'Even if I didn't feel the same way'. That gave him hope. And then a lightbulb went off. Something that his cynical mind had brushed aside as far too simple. "Hey uh, would you like to go out sometime? More formally?" He smiled. This was the last card he had up his sleeve.

@Jay Park "I know, I know. I am wicked awesome like that." she said dismissively as she opened the first aid kit and got out the disinfectant. Narsha knew she was pretty smart and good at observing details but she found the whole thing tedious and couldn't see herself doing so for a living. Her job was exactly what she wanted and didn't want to even entertain the idea of something else.

After a few seconds of rummaging around she found what she was looking for and pulled out the little bottle with some cotton pads. She turned back to him and grabbed his hand, placing a nearby towel underneath as she carefully covered the scrapes with the clear liquid. It was going to burn and she knew it but maybe if he felt the pain he would think twice before attacking her walls with his fist.

"So falling for me makes you want to destroy my things?" she asked with a light laugh, not even skipping a beat as the disinfectant bubbled over the opened skin. Narsha carefully dabbed it off and made sure everything was nice and clear before she began bandaging his hand. "You aren't jeopardizing anything though so don't be so dramatic, alright? Even if I didn't feel the same way it isn't like life would end nor our friendship."

@Narsha He was silent as he saw her kiss his bruised hand, and a wave of warmth washed over him. The brief moment was wonderful. Still, Jay tried to regain his composure.

"You know, you wouldn't have made a half bad investigator." Jay laughed a bit. There really was something there that was tangible between the two. "Yeah, you're right that's not what's bothering me." It didn't take too much to get that confession out him.

He looked back towards her and swallowed his pride. "Truth be told the reason I've been feeling like this..." he picked up his beer finished the last bit off. Part of him was amused by the mild dramatic tension. "well I'm not sure how to say this but I've fallen pretty hard over you."

He spoke up before she could say anything to his own confession. "It's not that I wanted to be so childish about this," he smirked "it's just you're close to me. Real close. And I don't want to jeopardize any of that." He looked up at her, his eyes wide. For the first time in a long time, the detective had made himself vulnerable to another human being.

@Jay Park It was hard for her not to laugh a bit as she watched him coping with the pain that came from her testing the broken skin. Did he really think she would be fooled by that? Every day she saw that same look on many people and more than a few times on him over the years. Narsha was probably an expert on expressions of discomfort and he had to know that so she wondered if it was just his male pride that made him put on the act.

"You dip." she mumbled as she brought his hand to her lips and lightly kissed just above the knuckles. Her lips curled into a wry smile and she shook her head as she stood again and helped him up. "If you are that worried about business then you shouldn't have gone into private investigation. I expect you already knew these kinds of droughts were common so that isn't bothering you."

Narsha fixed him with a penetrating stare, almost as if diagnosing or dissecting him. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want but you do have to stop trying to destroy my building." she teased and brought him back down the stairs towards her station. With a light push she shoved him into the black leather seat and went to get her first aid kit. "I know you are a guy and probably think you can take on anything but skin is surprisingly fragile."

@Narsha Jay felt his stomach sank as he heard Narsha's approaching footsteps. He knew that she would probably check up on what the noise was but he hadn't fully thought out the consequences to his actions. He heard her call out but he didn't respond. The situation hadn't really hit him yet. As she began to climb up and he saw the top of her head peek out over the last step, like a small sun rising over a miniature horizon, Jay let out a heavy sigh, as he realized he'd probably have to explain himself.

He was quiet, although he never once took his eyes off her once she reached out for his hand, a slight wince of pain he tried to conceal. He considered that this was the the last chance he might have to bluff his way out but if he did that would he really be okay with it?

"It's just that the cases have been slowly trickling in. Each day I see less and less work." Jay took the cig out of his mouth and extinguished it. He put his left hand up to his forehead and began to massage his temples. He wasn't sure if he should go on further or not. He realized that at some point on the conversation a small smile had appeared on his face. He was kind of happy to be open with her. Still the PI figured he would see if she'd inquire further. If not, then at least she knew how his business was going. If she did, then he could tell her of his romantic interest and his inner conflict. Either way, the detective thought, tomorrow would be a rough day.

@Jay Park A small synthetic squeak issued from the plastic garbage bag as she tied it off and set it near the back door closest to the dumpster. Many would think that because she owned the place that she would have pretty much anyone else do it but she knew they would grumble about it. Besides, she was the closer most nights and it never made sense to dispose of things when more refuse was yet to be made. It was always better for her to come into a clean shop in the morning and know that she didn't have too much to do right away.

Narsha was tying up her last bag when she heard and odd thud that resounded throughout the building and even made one of the pictures on the wall shake. The woman stopped what she was doing and listened for any other sounds of distress but couldn't hear anything else. "Just what did that lunatic chicken do?" she mumbled to herself and waited for him to come down. Just stowing things in his office shouldn't take so much time but what if he had fallen in his drunken state? Was he even drunk? It was only two beers, even if it was in a short amount of time.

After a little be longer of waiting she set the closed garbage can by the door and washed her hands before heading up the stairs. "Mistah Jay?" she called as her foot reached the first step and craned her neck to try and see his office as best as she could. The absence of his body on the landing was a good sign as she moved towards the hall, stopping briefly as she saw him crouched by the wall. Her sharp eyed missed nothing even in the dark and she knew something was not quite right.

"Jay." she said again, this time much quieter as she took a spot beside him and leaned against the wall. "What the hell happened?" Narsha fixed him with a probing stared and pulled his bruised hand towards her, her fingertips gently touching the broken skin around his knuckles. Either something was really bothering him or he was a really angry drunk. She guessed it was the former considering the relative lack of alcohol consumption but she didn't want to jump to conclusions.

@Narsha Jay had mixed feelings about this whole ordeal. He didn't really want to leave just yet but he felt he had overstayed his welcome. Every step up the stairwell felt heavier as he started to think about what he was doing. He felt uncomfortable. Not a position the PI often found himself in. He wanted to control the situation and to do so he decided leaving might have been the right call. But that was then. His view had shifted, upon reaching the top of the stairs.

The woman on the floor below certainly had a way of handling him. He smirked as he put his hand on his cheek and let it slide down his face. His expression turned sour as he curled his hand into a fist and struck the wall in front of him. Jay knew he would regret that in the morning but at the moment he was concerned about Narsha. Why was she so comfortable ending the night there? Did she find him boring?

Jay started to think about his past romances. All of them mostly short flings, and the occasional booty call. None of them of any real quality. Somehow over the course of the night, Narsha had managed to worm her way into his brain and he couldn't get her out. His back to the wall and his palms over his face the angry and buzzed man slid down.

As he put his hands down he remembered the pack of smokes he had brought along in his pants. 'Just one won't hurt' he thought, as he pulled out one of the last two remaining and lit it. He started to relax. It was impressive how something so bad for you could feel so good.

He sat there, squating in front of his office door, a smoke in between his lips, and three bottles of beer alongside some sticks of cheese, thinking over his next move.

@Jay Park The odd nickname made her blink, not really liking the way it sounded at all but she didn't really know how to tell him that. Maybe another time she would ask him to simply call her Narsha as that was already her nickname and she didn't see the need to shorten it by a single letter. Weirder than that though was they way he immediately began putting words in and getting ready to go. P.I.'s were supposed to assume things but that was a bit much for her but she decided to just let it happen. If he wanted to leave her company then she wasn't going to beg for him to stay.

"Alright. Well, you do that and let me know before you leave so I can lock the place up." she called and began cleaning up her own garbage. There was still a bit of cleaning to do at her station and some paperwork before she called it quits but that was life as the boss. Narsha headed to the back and got everything ready for the next day as best as she could, humming quietly to herself.

@Narsha Jay's shoulders slumped a bit as heard Narsha decline his invitation. Still, it had been a pretty good night spent with her so he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. "No problem Narsh." He smiled as he called her that, and then yawned as the beer and cheese was making him a bit sleepy. "Sounds like you wanna call it a night."

"But hey," said Jay, his attitude picking up, "thanks for hanging out with me today." He went around the chair to pick up his coat. "I probably would have gone crazy if I had spent anymore time in that damned office without a single person dropping by." The detective buttoned up his coat and then went to reach for the rest of the beers. "You know what? I think I might leave these in the office. Who knows when we might need them again." He chugged down what was left of his second, and tried to toss it into the trash, narrowly scoring in the receptacle.

@Jay Park "Hrm?" she asked as soon as he mentioned the weather outside and tilted her head to look out of the shop front windows. Aside from being dark it was generally clear but she wasn't really sure about how nice it was. Just because it was fairly warm during the day didn't mean it stayed that way at night, especially in Spring.

Narsha blinked twice as she brought her gaze back to him and glanced down at his hand curiously. Her little sweater wouldn't be enough to keep her warm for more than a couple of steps and she knew it. The whole concept was romantic, in a way, but impractical for the moment. "I think I am going to have to pass." she replied and gave him a soft smile as she finished off her cheese stick. "Thanks for the foot rub, snacks and the beer though. That was really nice."

@Narsha As the detective spanned his gaze through the room he caught sight of her doing the same. Was he beginning to bore her? Or was she also by chance captivated by the myriad of tools and ink that covered the tables around them.

"You know it sure looks like a nice night out tonight." The detective could see it was dark and he knew it would be a full moon tonight if the clouds were kind. "You wanna go check out the stars? Out on the roof?" As he looked back at her he mentioned. "C'mon now, one time offer." He smiled warmly at her as he got himself up from his chair, grabbed his half finished second beer in one hand and offered her his other hand much the same way he had at McDonald's.

@Jay Park Her head tilted all the way back to finish off her beer before she noticed he was doing much the same. Jay agreed with her which she actually liked. Unfortunately any thoughts beyond that were unreadable on his face which left her wondering. Was he thinking about her, himself, the story, or something completely different altogether.

"I don't know if I would give myself that much credit." she mumbled and unwrapped herself a cheese stick before taking a bite. Of course she guessed that he was just being nice and didn't really think a lot about what she said. "Thank you though."

When his eyes started to wander so did hers as she tried to guess what he was looking at and what he was thinking about. Jay Park was one of the smartest and most interesting people she knew so she was keenly intrigued by his train of thought. In a weird way she was actually hoping that it was her on his mind and that it was good. Well, if it was her she was pretty sure it was something good.

@Narsha The detective took a sip of his bear and leaned his head back into the chair he was sitting in. "Yeah, you're right about that. I guess it just isn't enough sometimes." With a neutral expression on his face, Jay started to think at this point whether or not it was the right time to pursue his interest in her.

He finished his beer and set the empty can down on the counter before reaching for another from the now-four-pack of Bud. This one he drank a bit faster. Somewhat buzzed, he barely caught the last part of what she was saying. "Like Gravity huh? You know that's a unique way of looking at it." He laughed as he began to think about what she had just said further.

His eyes started to wonder as he looked around the shop. Jay was a man with many tattoos but each artist had their own style and nuances and it usually reflected greatly in the way they acted. Narsha's ink was elegant and practiced, and amusingly enough about as far from how she acted in general. But he knew that deep down she must be something like that, even if it was covered by a very intriguing mask.

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@Jay Park "Sometimes love isn't enough." she replied quietly and sipped on her beer again, shrugging lightly. "It was really good though and it wasn't terribly tragic. They both found other loves and happiness in their own way." The whole story was bittersweet and she liked it for just that reason. It engaged both her heart and her mind which is why she wanted to share it with Jay. In some ways it was a lot like him.

The thought of them being together because of her was something she didn't really consider. "I am just the artist he chose." she explained. "It is pure luck that it was me. It could have easily been something else."

"I don't know if I believe in love like that because I have never fallen for someone like that. Just because it hasn't happened to me though doesn't mean it doesn't exist." the girl mused, simply pouring out her own perspective. "I can't see gravity but I see its effects and this love is similar."

@Narsha Jay swallowed the cheese and was silent throughout the entirety of the tale being recounted. "That's quite the story you know." A small smile appeared on his face. "It's sad how they didn't end up together." His expression changed slowly as he started to engage a few thoughts running around in his head.

"But you know what I guess in a way they did end up together..." at this point he finished massaging Narsha's feet and set them down on the floor gently. "It was all thanks to you, and your skillful needle work."

Jay began to play with his hands a bit. The PI Had a bad habit of doing so when something was on his mind. Still, he wanted to know more about this girl so he asked. "What about you, Narsha? Do you believe in love like that? O do you find yourself laughing at that notion?"

@Jay Park The relief was almost immediate as he began to work through the aching muscles of her feet and she loved it. Her eyes closed for a moment and she leaned her head back to relax, just letting the man do all of the work. At first it was just clean thoughts but when she looked at him again they began to go a distinctly different direction. If he was that good with his hands on her sore extremities then how good would he be other places?

"Right." she mumbled and took a long drink of her beer before she unwrapped a cheese stick, reaching out to feed him. "Well, my client today was an older gentleman and he told me his story. So be patient because it is his."

Narsha paused and looked at the man at the other end of the couch with a soft smile. "When he was younger and more adventurous he went to Japan for work. His first day there he was completely lost and didn't speak the language. He ended up wandering around for hours until he ended up in the poor end of town and it started to rain. To escape the falling water he ran under a nearby awning and decided to try and wait it out which was a very bad idea."

The artist paused to drink again and then continued the story. "It was their rainy season and as the sun set the temperature began to drop drastically. He shivered and shook until a young woman who was coming home from the fields stopped in her tracks as she saw him. He looked up at her but even in the dark and wet he could see her beauty. Their eyes locked and he knew that he had fallen head over heals for that woman."

"She took him home where her family cared for him and then they helped him get home the next day but he was already smitten. He came every day to see her, rain or shine and she fell for him. Despite their differences and lack of a common language they found a way to move past it."

"One day he got up the courage to tell her how he felt and he brought her to the little koi pond that had become their spot. He looked into her dark eyes and managed to finally mumbled the words he had longed to say since they day they had met: Aieru. He got down on one knee and slipped a simple gold ring around her finger."

"The woman was ecstatic because she loved him too and she couldn't wait to tell her family. However when she got home they were less than impressed. In fact, they were outright against it. They threatened to disown her and shun her if she went through with it."

"Needless to say it broke her heart and his to know that those closest to her could not approve of their love. To make matters worse his time in Japan was coming to a close and he would be coming back soon. He had been hoping to marry her and take her with him but he just couldn't do that. It would have destroyed her to be taken away from the family, friends, and land she loved so they had no choice but to part."

"They split but they kept in touch over all of the years and every trip he made back to Japan he saw her, they would even go to their pond. Well, she eventually married someone else and so did he but they remained friends right up until the day she died which was a few months ago."

"He came here today to get a tattoo to remember her and them and their love." Narsha stopped again and smiled warmly at Jay. "He now has a koi fish swimming freely in clear water over his heart so that she can still be with him."

@Narsha Jay was hooked. He was having too much fun to back off. With his hands he began to carefully and diligently massage Narsha's feet. He made sure to press on the knots and tied to bring a nice and pleasurable experience to the hostess. He worked away, tenderly handling her feet. Part of him yearned to hear her maybe even let out a small moan of pleasure. God only knows he was in a state of bliss himself.

"Why don't you start telling me that story." said Jay, without taking his eyes away from the task at hand. "And you can start on that cheese, Narsha." He looked up quickly and spoke. "You know, I don't even actually know where the bathroom is on your floor." The detective let out a small laugh, someone uncharacteristic of him. Then again, this whole night had been turning out far differently than his normal day.

@Jay Park To her it was still a game and she wasn't entirely serious about her request. If he had refused she would have hassled him but eventually gave in and shared her story but this was turning into something far more interesting. Her gaze met his and she watched him curiously, not wanting to back down from whatever was going on between them.

"Yes, work for it." she replied and sipped the fizzy beverage in her hand, thankful it was still cold. Her eyes went a little wide at his offer but she wasn't about to stop him. Her feet did hurt from spending most of the day walking along the hard floors with almost no support and if he could make her feel better then it was very welcome.

"After this you have a choice." she replied in almost a purr. "After this you could either wash your hands or let me feed you your cheese sticks." Narsha laughed and wiggled her toes up at him, wondering if he would really follow through with what he offered.

@Narsha Jay took a moment to make eye contact with Narsha, then looked down to the petite feet o his lap, and then back to the person those feet belonged to. His right brow was slightly raised. Never mind the comments about the kind of art he was into, it was the last statement that captured his attention. "Work for it, huh?"

Thoughts ran through his mind as he thought of the multitude of things that he could do to 'work for it' without crossing any strange boundary. The detective was quiet for a moment before he took his left hand and grabbed one of Narsha's ankles and with the other took off her shoe.

"Tonight, madame, you are privy to the tender and caring hands, of Jay Park." Reasoning that she'd been standing for at least a long part of the day, Jay thought that a foot rub might go over well with her. He placed the flat he had just removed on the floor and started to curl the sock off as he looked at her to see if she would stop him.

@Jay Park It was a good thing she walked behind him to close and lock the doors so he couldn't see the look a comedic horror on her face at his statement. "Guys like the smell of vaseline, latex gloves, and sweat?" she questioned and made a gagging sound. "Well, not I know what gets you all hot and bothered. I bet if I looked through your browser history it would almost all be like ."

Narsha sat beside him on the black couch and looked at his offerings with an amused grin. It wasn't a lot but she guessed it was all he had in his apartment. Not that she minded but it was still just a little humorous. "Nevermind, I bet you clear your history or use some kind of private browsing." she mumbled playfully as she picked up a beer.

"I do have a story for you but you have to earn it first." she teased as she leaned against one of the arms of the couch and put her legs in his lap. A soft hiss filled the space between them as she opened her can and gave him a flirtatious smile. "Work for it baby."

@Narsha Jay stepped further inside the parlor. Narsha was the last living soul in the building aside from him and the solitude was something he welcomed. "I'll let you in on a little secret," he said as he placed the cheese and beer on the table adjacent to her "guys actually love that." He flashed her a smile as he took out a can of beer and slid it across the table towards her, and then grabbing one for himself.

Jay took a seat on the big, black, comfy chair that clients tend to sit in and snapped open his can. He was unsure exactly of what to say to her, but he was hoping something would get the ball rolling. A whiff of mothballs caught his nose's attention when he remembered the older guy that Narsha had been working on.

"It's nice to see you again." He swiveled around and asked her, "So I believe you had a story for me?" Jay took a sip of his beer and leaned back in his chair.

@Jay Park After about half an hour she had gotten the tiny fish traced out on the man's chest. His story was truly something special and she went through the details in her head to try and get it right for when she told it to Jay later. So far everything had gone well and he was coping well with the whole process. The outline was always the roughest part though and the shading your actually be quite a bit easier but she gave him a brief respite anyway.

She came back and slowly started to add in the coloring and shading. There were bright vibrant yellows and reds for the fish itself and blues for the water around it. Even with the slight swelling she could tell it was turning out great and she could tell that he wouldn't really be scarred by it which made her proud. All in all it was a job well done and would be a piece he could show off comfortably for years to come.

When he was done she let him view it in the mirror and then showed him how to care for it properly. She brought him back to the front and finished his payment, grinning brightly as he gave her an extra tip. It was small little gratuities sometimes that made her whole day and whenever she got them she was so proud.

The man left and she was in the back cleaning up her station when she heard a familiar voice calling her from the front of the store. "Goodness Jay!" she called back and put everything away before stepping out to see him, looking far better than he had when she saw him last. "No fair. You got to get all freshened up and I probably smell like work."

@Narsha Jay went back to the flat he shared with some of the other guys in the city. They were decent people, at least most of them, but not fantastic company. After the day he'd had, Jay went to his room and stripped, removing the sweat and also the stress of the day.

Donning a clean white towel and grabbing a new bar of soap he headed off towards the shower. He turned the water on hot and stepped in. The warm water running down his body was an ephemeral but wonderful experience until it turned into shocking cold downpour. But the malfunctioning water heater wasn't going to win this one, not today.

After getting accustomed to the newer temperature the detective began to plan out his night with Narsha. He was unsure of how he should try and take things. There was very little doubt in his mind that he would like to be intimate with her but he wasn't sure how forward he should be. This new happening in their relationship was an experience for him as well. Still, patience was part of the job so he could wait. However, the thought of Narsha's elegant and toned body bucking rhythmically with his lingered throughout, not that he was in a hurry to swat it away.

After a washing himself clean, Jay stepped out and started to pick out his wardrobe. He wanted his intentions to be clear... once he figured out exactly what they were. He chose a a far more casual look than his usual suited attire. It was the first time in a while the detective had put on a pair of faded blue jeans and a shirt to go anywhere.

Before he headed out the door he remembered she wanted him to bring snacks. He spent a while wondering what to bring, before noticing that if he took much longer he'd arrive later than he wanted. He rummaged through his fridge looking for something unopened and presentable, finding a pack of cheese sticks and a six pack of Budweiser.

It would have to do.

He threw on his coat and grabbed the snacks and drinks and headed out the door of his apartment and out the building towards Narsha's parlor. It wasn't a long walk nor too chilly, the detective started to wonder if he even really needed the coat or if he' just grabbed it automatically.

Jay entered the buisness and called out Narsha's name.

@Jay Park The last thing she expected from him was a hug but she accepted it gratefully. Her arms slipped gracefully over his shoulders as she tilted her head slightly up to maintain eye contact. It was close but not too close and while it was more intimate than they normally were bit it wasn't too much so. "But you have to provide any snacks." she teased and winked playfully at him as he stepped out. "I like chocolates!"

With that brief goodbye she went to her lobby and greeted the client. She lead him back to her chair and sat him down for what she knew would be a slightly unpleasant time while he got inked. Some were good with the pain and didn't mind but there was no denying it was there. She just hoped it would continue relatively smoothly until they were done.

Narsha put the stencil she drew on his chest and began doing the outline. Before too long the soft buzzing of her needle filled the air as she got down to work, smiling and chatting up the older man about why he wanted the fish to begin with. One of the perks of being a tattoo artist was that she got to hear all sorts of interesting stories from the people who sat in her chair over the years. His story was no different and she almost couldn't wait to share it with Jay.