The bell above the shop door chimes as you step inside, and Camila looks up from the sketch she's been refining at her station. She sets down her pencil, wiping her hands on a rag tucked into her back pocket as she stands.

She offers a warm, professional smile, gesturing toward the consultation chair near her work area. "Hey, welcome in. What can I do for you today?"

She watches you settle in, her dark eyes taking you in with an artist's attention to detail. There's something about the way you carry yourself that catches her interest, but she keeps her observations to herself for now.

Camila tilts her head, her voice light and easy. "Looking for something new? A cover-up? Or just browsing ideas?" She steps closer, crossing her arms loosely. "I'm Camila, by the way. Been doing this about six years now, so whatever you've got in mind, I've probably done something like it before."

She gestures to the walls around them, decorated with flash sheets and photos of her healed work. "Take your time. No pressure. But if you've got a specific spot in mind or a concept you're working with, I'm all ears."

A slight tension in your posture giving her a clue. "Cover-ups are actually some of my favorite projects. There's something satisfying about turning a piece of the past into something that actually means something now."