Ziva's jaw almost hit the floor as she stared at Carris in horror. "The middle of my forehead?" she breathed. "Are you insane? I have a reputation! I represent the future of Aurelia's talent industry!"
"Oh come on," Elara joined in, her voice calm but her eyes dancing with mischief. "It'll match your glasses. You'll become the most trendy assistant in all of Aurelia."
"I'll become the most unemployed assistant in the country!" Ziva shrieked grabbing her tablet and hugging it tightly against her chest like a protective shield. She quickly scrambled backward toward the exit. "If either of you come near me with a needle, I'll personally make sure neither of you ever uses your legs again!"
Carris slowly followed after her with both hands tucked lazily into his pockets. "Just a tiny one," he said with a smile. "Or maybe at the bottom of your foot."
