Unjaded

Chapter II

"I missed you too...

There was silence between the both of them, a loud silence. She looked at him. His eyes weren't on hers. They were glued onto a shiny green mineral on her left hand. She noticed.

"You're married?" He almost whispered. "No- I keep forgetting which hand to put my ring on," she fidgeted with her fingers, switching her ring over to the other hand. Her ring was silver, with a light green gemstone in the middle. "It was the first thing I bought when I moved here," she sighed. "I'm sorry, I just thought since.. never mind, " he got more quiet as he spoke.

The girl paused, then took her phone out of her purse, pulling up a picture of her drawing. "Here's the stencil I told you about in my consultation over the phone." she handed him her phone, waiting for his response.

"Oh wow, I mean, of course you drew this yourself," he smiled. "Clever girl," she looked up at his face. His smile, his eyes, she missed him so much.
"Well, send it to me, and I'll get it printed, yeah?" He handed her phone back to her, she took it and watched him walk out of the room.

I wonder if he still thinks of me the same way he used to, she asked herself. He had only been gone a little over 5 minutes. She was starting to get curious what he was doing.

Her eyes wandered around the room, looking at all of the band posters. He had the same music taste as her. The posters consisted of a variety of Waking the Cadaver, Lorna Shore, and many other of his favorite bands.

Finally, he walked back into the room, tattoo stencil in hand. "Which side did you say you wanted it on again?" He asked. "My right," she smiled.

She took her skirt off, lifted her shirt up a bit, and shifted onto her right side. She had on a pair of lacy black underwear. He smiled.

He shaved her thigh, put on a coating of Vaseline, and then placed the stencil neatly on her leg, making sure to carefully remove the folds and any curves in the paper. He was just happy to touch her soft skin again.

The man put a pair of black gloves on and prepared the inks. "Are you ready?" He asked as he picked up the tatto pen and dipped it in a Cartrage of ink. "Yeah, I've been wanting to git this done for quite a while." "Is that so?" He questioned. "Mhm," she hummed. He smiled, What a cute girl He thought.

As his hand worked back and forth across the stencil. he thought, What if she came here coincidentally?..no.. she wouldn't.. it was a mistake for her coming here. Shit.

He wiped the excess ink off of her soft, tender skin. Her skin had started to twitch. They had been there for hours.

"Are you okay?" He asked, looking up from his work. She jumped. "Oh! Yes.. I'm fine. " she smiled slightly. She obviously had something caught up in her head. "You shouldn't push yourself." he put his tattoo gun down and turned to grab another piece of paper towel to wipe the ink off of her.

She looked down with light tears, staining the inner parts of her eyes. Scotty turned around, looking up from his supplies, he noticed. There was a long pause from the both of them. "I know," he whispered. "How do you know?" Her voice broke. He set his supplies down and rolled his stool closer to her. He spoke softly, "You can't hide the way you look at me."

The girl started to sob, her hands plastered over her face as she tried to hide it. "Don't, please," she cried. "Did you come here on purpose?" He asked, "Did you?".

Silence.

"I'm glad you did. I missed you so much, " he exhaled and placed his hand on her shoulder. "It was stupid," she mumbled through her sobs. "No, it wasn't." he moved his hand from her shoulder to her face, trying to pry her hands from her face.

"No," she whined. "Come here." His soft words always had their way with her, every time. She quickly moved herself into his arms, sobbing into the crook of his neck.

"It's okay," he comforted her. "I'm here," "Would you like to go out to dinner with me tonight?" He slowly rubbed circles on the middle of her back. "Yeah, of course," she sniffled and lifted her head off of her shoulder, wiping her eyes like a child.

He finished cleaning off her thigh piece and wrapped it in a clear medical bandaid. After he went over the care instructions, he held out his hand to help her down from the medical chair. She took his hand as she slid off.

"How much do I owe you?" She asked, looking back at him. "You owe me by going with me to dinner tonight," he smiled softly. "A-are you sure?" She looked at him with her usual large, doe-like eyes. "Yes. Now, would you like to stay here? I only have one more client for a consultation, and-" she cut him off."No, I'm afraid I can't if I'm going on a date with you. I have to go get ready, if this is what I owe you for this tattoo. " she smirked as she looked up into his eyes. "Well, if you're sure," he tilted his head to the side and smiled even more.

She grabbed her purse from a coat rack and turned around. "I'll see you at 7?" She asked. "Yes, yeah. Yeah. 7 is just fine. 7 here." He nodded. She smiled and walked out of his tattoo shop.

"Holyshit," he exhaled.