The dragonflies tattoist - Freenbecky ☆𝆬

Chapter 15

After a month, things between the tattoo artist without tattoos and the shameless painter were exactly the same.

Freen always arrived at work five minutes early, and Becky showed up at the shop at noon. She would sketch her until five. They'd leave around 5:10 and hop into Becky's car to go somewhere. By nine, Becky always made sure to drop Freen off at her doorstep. They'd text each other until midnight. Then finally, they'd sleep.

And the cycle would repeat.

Yet, the routine never got boring.

Like that day, for example, Freen was lying on the old couch in Becky's living room, while Becky sat in an armchair across from her with a pencil and a sketchbook in hand.

When she wasn't painting her, Rebecca Armstrong was drawing her.

"Sometimes I wonder how you manage to stay in that tattoo shop all day in that turtleneck when it's over thirty degrees," Becky commented.

"All for the love of art, Beck," Freen replied with a smile.

"Maybe you should get a tattoo."

It wasn't the first time she had said it.

"I've told you already, Becky. I'm not ready."

"Come on, Freen! You shouldn't overthink it! If you want my suggestion: 'I love Becky's boobs' on your forehead wouldn't be a bad tattoo."

"Becky!" Freen squealed with laughter, her hand moving as if to swat Becky's shoulder, even though they were far enough apart that neither could reach the other.

"Alright, I'm sorry," Becky said, though she clearly wasn't. Freen chuckled nervously.

"I finished the eighteenth book by Howe," Freen announced proudly after a few minutes.

Though Howe was mad, reading his work could be surprisingly interesting at times.

"Still not getting it, huh?"

"Not even a little," Freen admitted, a huge smile on her face.

Becky just laughed, shaking her head several times, momentarily forgetting the pencil and sketchbook.

"Do you want to go out for dinner?" Becky asked, glancing at the clock. It was a quarter past six.

"How did we go from talking about my non-existent tattoo to Howe, and then to you asking me out to eat?" Freen teased.

"I don't know, I guess we're just crazy," Becky said with a shrug. "And if I were you, I'd accept the invitation. I mean, you're going out with Rebecca Armstrong. I'd be lucky if I were in your shoes," she added playfully.

"Then I guess I'll have to say yes."

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It wasn't surprising to Freen that Becky started driving towards the restaurant where they had their first date.

They always ate there.

What did surprise her, though, was Eve calling in the middle of the ride.

"What's up, Eve?" Freen asked gently.

Then she heard the sobs on the other end.

"Nela broke up with me... He left me... I'm all alone... The movie theater... I don't know how to get home... Freen, please," Eve sounded desperate. "Come get me. I need you."

Hearing someone like Eve plead that way made it clear to Freen that she had to be there for her as soon as possible.

"I'll be there in a few minutes, Eve. Just sit down, breathe, and try to calm down."