"You got a what now?" She asked, I finally got her attention to me, she's always busy with her work. Crazy how she's already a work at home person, but still couldn't give me a right amount of time for.
"A tattoo." I replied casually, acting un botherd. Her brows twitched in annoyance, but then she took a deep breath, she turned to focus on her laptop again, and I was close to suffocating her with the pillow I'm gripping.
"Do you wanna know which part I asked for the tattoo artist to put the tattoo on?" I asked her.
Her eyes were still on her screen laptop, unwavering. "Oh? Where?" She asked, sounding dry as a cheap bread.
I might as well drown her in the bathroom.
"My inner thigh baby. I'm sure you'll like it."
She froze.
Yes. Haha.
"Don't worry, the tattoo artist who's name I remember... Jake, he was very gentle."
