A Phan Love Story

Chapter 2: Twenty Questions

FaithFields0 helped me write this. This is our roleplay, just with more details and better grammer. :)

Phil and I stepped out on the street as a cool breeze passed over us. It felt good compared to the warm interior of the coffee shop. ''So, which direction?" I asked as I clutched on to Phils arm. Then, realizing what I was doing, let go and gave him an apologetic smile.

I saw Phil smile slightly before saying, ''Left and then straight until the stop light. After that, basically just around the corner.''

He pointed and made hand motions as he spoke but I was directionally-challanged, so instead I said, ''You know what, I'll just follow you.''

''Okay,'' Phil smiled again and started walking down the small street.

I hurried after him in silence for a while before I decided I should try to make conversation. ''So how long has your shop been open?"

His hand brushed against mine as he replied, ''about two years.'' I blushed hard and turned my head in the other direction so that he couldn't see. I watched the cars drive by and forced my mouth to talk. ''Oh. W-what uh... What made you want to become a tattoo artist?''

Phil smiled and gave me an interesting look that made me wonder if he did see my blush. If he did, he didn't mention it.

''My dad.''

I looked back at him, just a bit confused. ''What do you mean?" Phil kept facing forward as we walked on. He took a deep breath before explaining, ''h-he was a tattoo artist. He had a ton of them.''

''Oh! So, did he teach you?"

''Yeah, I've been doing that since I could remember.'' I couldn't help but think that that was illeagel considering you need to be at least 18 and have a high school diploma to become a tattoo artist. ''Do you have any tattoos?"

"Yeah. Here," I rolled up my shirt sleeve and pointed to a small tattoo on my shoulder. "And here," grazing the back of my neck, "and here." I stuck out my leg and pointed to my ankle. "What about you?" I asked cringing at myself as soon as the words. I stared at Phils tattoo-covered arms.

"Well, my arms are covered.'' He smiled, ''and I have one in a hidden place.''

''Hidden place?"

''Hidden place.'' Phil confirmed and winked.

''Oh.'' I looked down and tried that to think about where that 'hidden place' was. After all, I don't want to blush again.

Phil must have seen my expression and read my mind because he quickly stammered, ''I mean, it's not down there.'' He used his hand to make an imaginary circle around his crotch. ''It can show up. You can probably see it if you look hard enough.''

''Will I ever see it?"

Phil winked again. ''Good question.''

I looked down and pinched my arm. ''W-when are we getting to your shop?" I asked, changing the subject. ''I can't wait to see it.''

''Right about...'' We walked on just a little longer and Phil dragged out the sentence so that he finished it in front of his shop. ''...Now!"

I smile and turn to look at it. ''Wow, this is awesome.''

The shop was small and had brick walls with one large window which held a sign saying, 'tattoos!' Beside the window, was a glass door. I peeked inside and then turned back to Phil. ''Can we go inside?"