As most days, you were hanging out with your girlfriend, Chloe, in her bedroom. It's messy and smells like smoke most of the time, but it's like a second home to you nonetheless.

Something was special about today, though.

After some talking, the both of you agreed to get matching tattoos.

It took a lot of convincing from Chloe's part, but you accepted in the end; as long as it wasn't something ridiculously big and complicated, or straight up her name or the date you started dating. That was never a good idea.

The session was scheduled for today, and there was only an hour left. Music played from Chloe's CD player as she changed her clothes. You, ready but slightly nervous, watched her from her bed.

"You ate, right? I don't want ya passing out on me," Chloe said, pulling up her jeans as she looked over at you, giving you a questioning look.