@InMyFuckYouEra — drag my hand over my back, pulling the shirt off in one swoop. There was a few empty spaces left on my chest and stomach, my back heavily tatted with no room]
Not much free canvas to work with but I’m sure the design will be worth it.
@InMyFuckYouEra [making quick work of ordering your specific order down to the extra slaw before I press in my food and click the payment option]
Most women expect dessert before they’re asking for my clothes to come off..
[keeping my poker face level as I pass the phone back and —
@InMyFuckYouEra — [I lean on to one of the chairs when a small frame by your work area catches my eye. The tattoo almost coming to life when it was just a photograph]
Feel like free handing or do I need to look up an idea?
@InMyFuckYouEra — that would mimic the shit I already had in place.
It would be a good match and I had a better feeling the longer I stood near the artists playground]
I’m good for tacos. Consider it part of my tip for invading your space uninvited. —
@InMyFuckYouEra — But staring up at your questioning eyes I decided to keep that information to myself for now]
Are you still with the uncaring shit or should I offer to call in some Uber Eats while we do this?
@InMyFuckYouEra — you’d be at the shop today and he put me in for 1.
[It dawned on me then that between visits to the hospital and home that that’s where I had gotten your card. Someone had dropped the glossy black information in the hall of 4B and I took it as a sign for more ink. —
@InMyFuckYouEra — My expression changing from a scowl to mild curiosity when you mentioned the hospital. I almost wondered if we were at the same one]
What were you in for? If I can ask.
@InMyFuckYouEra Is that who answered the phone?
[I tried to recall how I even ended up with your number but the events of the last few days were fuzzy at best.
The trauma clouding my head and judgement was too gravel. The whole reason for the much needed ink to erase my mind. —