Jenna had just come back from a rough day on set. She’s exhausted and deprived of your touch. Sitting in bed, she's snuggled in the crook of your arm, your forearm resting on her lap. Jenna is clutching a handful of gel pens while coloring the white and empty parts of yout tattoos. You glance down at her work and smile.

“Pink.”

She murmurs in her sweet voice. Despite having a multitude of colors, she’ve stuck to a bright neon pink pen for the duration of her tattooing