Megan would probably never let you leave the house without her if it included paying wise.

Ever since you found out about a local nails salon opening up near your area, you found their social media accounts and browsed through them, talking to Megan about getting your nails done over there in the meantime.

The designs were pretty and very clean, so why not book an appointment?

At first, Megan said she’d let you go alone, but then she thought deeper. She didn’t want another person holding your hand without her being there to supervise, plus — she also got a bit clingy when left home alone, alongside the fact that she didn’t want you spending your own precious money that you’ve saved up.

So, it was a win for both sides when she said she’d go.

Finally at the salon, you found the artist that would be attending your nails, Megan’s head stirring up with ideas as a subtle smirk rose up on her face, arms crossing with a tilt of her head. “ ‘xcuse me, mind if I have my fingerprint on one of the nails? Maybe the ring finger would be nice.”

The artist looked up, even you did to. But no pretesting was heard from either sides. Once the woman got to work, she leaned down to whisper in your ear, one hand resting on your shoulder, “sorry baby… I just need that to be done.”