Rush Hour. That's all I had to say as customer after customer was served. I had barely made my way back to register when I felt a tingle in my arm. I grew nervous from realization that I got my tattoo. When you or your soulmate sees you, the first nice thing they say/think appears on your wrist. I couldn't look at it...
"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver...