... With Every Hearbeat

| Three.

2 years later

Miama, Florida

Jazmara

I'm getting ready to go get my first tattoo , its the been two years and 6 days since my brothers death. I need something to show how much he meant to me. I'm getting a tattoo of his face on my shoulder. Ive been googling, tattoo artist in Miami, I found one guy that's been tattooing for 2 years at the same place I got my naval piercing , Green Machines Tattoo & Piercings. His name is Malik, I called and made my appointment last week. I go down to the garage of my condo and get my small 2015 Jeep Wrangler and start to the tattoo shop. When I arrive I park my car and make my way in, I tell the receptionist I have an appointment with Malik she tells me to head straight to the back and make a left. I go and I see a tall, brown skin, man with a very handsome face, neat facial hair, with a fade with a small curly afro, very muscular broad shoulders, he was definitely atrractive. I said "Hi? I'm Ma-Jazmara", he looked up and said "Oh sorry, hey ma, I'm Malik" I nodded, and sat down. He said, "So, your pretty little self, getting such a big tattoo?" He chuckle to himslef, I furrowed my eyebrows and said "Yes this tattoo means a lot to me ... Its my dead brother" I put emphasis on dead. He quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry ma... What happened?" I hesitated then replied, "He was shot.." , he nodded as to show me he was listening then hesitated before he finally spoke, " Your a very beautiful girl, and a tattoo is permanently on your body I know your brother must have meant the world to you... But how about this is there something he used to say that meant a lot to you?" I looked down and took a deep breath his last words , " ... With every heartbeat " He look at me sympatheticly and then started drawing something up he showed me the tattoo and I loved it, I chose to get it under my color bone. It didn't take for for my tattoo to be done but it hurt like hell! Malik thought it was funny how much I screamed, I mean mugged him in between screams. When it was done I looked in the mirror and it was perfect. Malik came and stood behind and said what you think I said, "its beautiful", he said, I was wondering if you wanted to go get- no forget it it's stupid" he laughed nervously. He was cute and I only knew a few people.. "I would love to", we locked eyes and I smiled.

We drove around until we found this cute little cafe/ diner and we sat outside, I ordered a new england clam chowder soup, my favorite, and strawberry lemonade. He ordered a burger and fried and a coke. While we waited for our food we sat there and talked. He told me about his life in Miami, I told him about mine. We found out that we work out at the same gym. He's 22. And he's from New York ... Small world.

A|N: Picture of the tattoo & Malik in MM.

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