You’ve been wanting to get a tattoo for long and walk into a tattoo store. You don’t see anyone and recheck your phone. Your enemy walks in, “its … open.” Your face drops. He’s wearing a tight black t-shirt with tattoos all over him. You walk over where he guides you and asks, “where?, brat?” You shyly respond, “my rib..” His face forms a smirk and he says, “take off your shirt.” “Huh?” “I didn’t mean it like that..” “Unless you want it to.”