Unlikely ✓

Twenty-Four: Oh, Shut Up

POV: Zen Teller

Davis was in the kitchen going through what looked like the same fifty photos on his laptop.

"Morning," I muttered.

I grabbed some juice and something quick I could eat before my appointment.

"Yeah, good morning," he murmured before turning his laptop towards me.  "Which looks like it has harsher lighting, more dramatic?"

I looked at four pictures and it was more like a game of trying to see which one was different.  They all had the same background, angle, and lighting.

"Third one," I nodded, making sure I at least sounded sure even if I was just picking at random.

He nodded turning his computer back towards him as he continued working.

"What's this for anyway, work, or are you keeping it?" I questioned.

"I sold it but I have to make the final edits the client wanted.  She's using it for wedding invitations and wants a—" he moved his hands around the screen to prove a point.  "a dramatic look."

It was a cluster of trees with the afternoon sun shining in between the sparse leaves.  It was a nice picture all the ones Davis took were.  However, this being the dramatic photo the person wanted for their wedding wouldn't have been my first choice of his work.

"Ah, just make the exposure darker five percent.  Anyway, I'm going to pick up Nathan.  I'll be back by four at the latest four-thirty."

He looked up from his laptop finally and I handed him my phone.  It was a small cost of being able to drive again so I wasn't really complaining.

He turned the tracker back on—I could tell him there were other ways of doing that but this was the easiest for him so I let it go.

"Okay, be safe and have fun.  Love you," he muttered turning back to his work.

"Love you too.  Try and not have too much fun with all of that," I chuckled.

I grabbed the keys and made sure I had extra cash for a tip before I got into the car.

I don't know how it happened but Nathan was talking about tattoos one night and saying he wouldn't even know what to get if he could get one.

"Random or sentimental?" I asked already knowing the answer.

"Sentimental."

I traced his hand as we were watching Grey's Anatomy (shocker there) as I looked up at his ceiling for a moment.  The little stars stuck to the ceiling glowed a bit in the dim room.

"What if we both got a tattoo?" I questioned.  "It could be something small like our zodiac signs or something."

He thought about it for a moment.  "Like the symbol or the constellation?"

"Whichever," I shrugged.

So that's how I ended up going and picking him up and driving an hour away to get the tattoos.  I made sure to call ahead to see if they took walk-ins and when I told them the tattoo idea they just booked the last minute appointment.

Nathan looked nervous but I turned on some music and it seemed to help a bit.  It was some indie playlist on my phone, one of the music genres we both could agree on.

"You're going to be fine.  It kinda feels like being stung by a bee over and over again."  That was the best comforting thing I could think of.  I wasn't just going to lie and say it didn't hurt at all.