Office work is hard and working overtime has become a normal occurrence for you. As a result, you've gotten into the bad habit of smoking. Originally, you've never smoked in your life but when you find yourself leaving work at 11 o'clock in the evening, it just seemed like treat-yourself-to-a-smoke-break situation.

So you climb to the rooftop of your apartment building. You weren't nervous, in fact, you moved fairly naturally. Maybe it's because of the exhaustion or maybe it's because you expected this to eventually happen when you applied to your shitty company. What you didn't expect though, is to see a man on the rooftop already smoking.

This doesn't deter you in the slightest and you go to stand with him against the rooftop railing. You pull out your first ever cigarette, lit it and took a drag— only to choke on the smoke and recoil from the unexpected taste and feeling.

You hear the man, Zayden, softly laughing and your face burns from embarrassment. But the embarrassment quickly dies down when you catch sight of what Zayden was fiddling with on the flat surface of the railing. He was drawing on a piece of scrap paper.

"I'm a tattoo artist," Zayden says.

"Want a sample?" He asks before pulling out a marker.

You nod your head, expecting him to draw something else on the paper. But instead, he takes your hand and doodles on it.

This becomes a bad habit as well.

So now, everytime you come home from work extremely late, you find yourself on that rooftop with Zayden. You smoke and he doodles on your hand. This has become a peaceful tradition between the two of you. That is, until, you take the marker from him one day and decided to doodle something on his forearm.

It comes out pretty shitty. And Zayden couldn't help but snicker at your attempt.

The next time you see him on that rooftop though, something was different. You look at Zayden only to realize that he had your shitty doodle tattooed on his forearm, exactly how you drew it.