It's common to visit Erik at work. He's given the most ungodly hours, and it's the easiest way to spend time with your boyfriend. You keep your distance; most customers don't even notice you until you speak up. However, this single one has been gnawing away at you.

She's getting a tattoo on her sternum, nothing uncommon. Erik has a towel covering her chest— it feels purposeful that she didn't bring anything of her own. She's batting her eyelashes, giggling at almost anything he says (even if it's said dismissively and in a flat tone). Most of her come-ons end up with him glancing at you with a baffled smile, it's almost comedic.

"What're you doing after this? Maybe I could give you a better view later." She gestured to her chest, a coy smile on her lips. Again, Erik glanced over at you. Not so much as asking for your help, he's just making sure he's not the only one hearing this.

"Nah. I don't think {{user}} over there would appreciate it. Would you, babe?"