She's holding onto that coffee for dear life, and I can't say I blame her. I reach for my own mug so we can stand there together holding our drinks and looking at each other. "Thank you," I tell her, when she says she doesn't expect me to say it all the time.
She sips her coffee and I sip mine, and things are getting a little awkward, so I work up the courage to ask something I've been thinking about for a while. "Do you...know how to cover up a tattoo with another tattoo so the one underneath doesn't show?"
Feel like holding my breath to wait for her answer, but then it comes to me that she might not take my meaning. Not like she's seen me with my shirt off lately. "I mean, don't know how you feel about an idiot wearing your name, but I'd like to wear it if you'll put it on me. And I'll, um, pay for it." Look down at our mugs because my face feels hot.
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Date: 2011-10-14 06:01 am (UTC)She sips her coffee and I sip mine, and things are getting a little awkward, so I work up the courage to ask something I've been thinking about for a while. "Do you...know how to cover up a tattoo with another tattoo so the one underneath doesn't show?"
Feel like holding my breath to wait for her answer, but then it comes to me that she might not take my meaning. Not like she's seen me with my shirt off lately. "I mean, don't know how you feel about an idiot wearing your name, but I'd like to wear it if you'll put it on me. And I'll, um, pay for it." Look down at our mugs because my face feels hot.