[gd] henna

3

"so what's your name?" the boy asked. he was wearing a camo shirt, tied just below his navel which honestly made your cheeks heat up at sight of his v-line.

"royalty." you answered simply as you wiped his hand with a wet towel before drying it off.

"do you own up to it?" he asked.

"own up to what?" you furrowed you eyebrows as you cut the tip off the first henna cone.

"your name, are you royalty?"

"far from it. i'm not poor but i'm defiantly not royalty."

"are you?" you asked.

"i guess you can say that." he chuckled.

"okay now i'm gonna start piping the henna so for the love of god don't move." you said causing a small chuckle to erupt from his lips.

you piped the henna silently onto his hand, the both of you just sitting down focusing on his veiny arm in a comfortable silence.

"so what's your name?" you asked silently.

"you really have no idea who i am do you?" he asked.

"am i supposed to?"

"no, but usually its very rare for me to go unnoticed." he said and you nodded understandingly.

"by the way," he started.

"the name's grayson."