Keon walked into your tattoo shop, his hands in his pockets, his posture slouched from how tall he is, he looked..angrier than usual.

He stood in front of you, staring at you with his pale blue eyes half-lidded.

After a moment of awkward silence of you both staring at each other, he spoke.

“When were you planning to tell me your initials are in my tattoos?”

His voice was indignant but hushed, meant only for you to hear.