His Identity

8

|Aveline's POV|

Being bored out of my mind and having nothing to do for the rest of the day is what made me agree to step inside that tattoo parlour.

The last time I've been there was when I had gotten my butterflies, vines and a quarter moon tattoo with a few stars surrounding it done. The butterflies are on my hips. There are three of them going up towards right under my right breast while the vines are on my collarbone and the quarter moon and the stars are behind my right ear. I haven't really wanted to get another one.

Rhys, on the other hand, has quite a few tattoos. Like his entire arms are filled with them. Zale had a lot too but unlike Rhys, his arms aren't filled with them, he's only got a few scattered here and there, I never really paid attention.

Nick, on the other hand, I've been paying quite a lot of attention to him. I mean, I can't deny the fact that he is hot as hell, therefore eye-catching. It's hard to not notice the details about him. His arms, much like Rhys, has tattoos everywhere. There's the name 'Eli' tattooed on the back of his hand right under his thumb.

The sound of the door to the parlour opening catches my attention. I drift my eyes to the entrance where a tall guy with black hair and green eyes had just walked in.

Natalia isn't here with me. There's only me, Nick, Rhys and Zale and they are all busy inside while I'm sitting at the reception, playing receptionist.

The guy stands there with his hands tucked in the pockets of his hoodie, a gum in his mouth as he chews. His eyes lands on me and a grin is stretched across his face, "well, hello there."

"Hi," I mutter, "how can I help you?"

"Nick told me to meet him here," he informs, walking over the reception. He places a elbow on the table and leans forward, "d'you know him?"

"Sure, he's inside—" I gesture towards a door, "getting a tattoo."

"Oh, then I guess I'll wait." He says before tilting his head to the side, giving me a lazy grin again, "so, what's your name, pretty girl?"

"Aveline," I state and immediately regret it. Never give your name to strangers. God, you're so stupid—

"— That's a beautiful name," he interrupts my thoughts. "Aveline," he repeats as if testing how it'd sound on his tongue. "I'm Ryver," he introduces, extending a hand for me to shake which I reluctantly do making his smile brighten, "so, how do you know Nick, hmm?"

"He's friends with my brother," I relax in my seat, feeling comfortable enough. Ryver doesn't seem like the type to harm someone but then again, looks can be deceiving so I'm not gonna let my guard down. "What about you?"

"Met him last night in a club," he shrugs, "you could say we became friends overnight."

"That's unlike him," I find myself saying before I can stop the words from leaving. A chuckle leaves his mouth as he nods, "I could tell but nobody can resist my charm, really."

"Interesting." No, it isn't. But I don't know what else to say so that should to do it. "You can go inside if you want?"

"Nah," he is quick to deny, "I'm good here keeping you company." It gets silent after that. I drift my attention to my phone and decide to start playing some random games while he waits until I feel a pair of eyes on me which has me shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

"Is there something you need?"

"Sorry," he clears his throat, "you just..." taking a deep breath, he continues, "you just remind me of someone. Fuck, you look a lot like him."