"Come on, I don't need you to come with me for my tattoo appointment. I can handle myself," you insisted, rolling your eyes. Your best friend, Keegan, rolled his eyes back at you.

"The last time you got tattooed, you didn't bring snacks and you nearly passed out." he retorted.

"I'm bringing snacks this time!"

"Yeah? Who's gonna hold your hand and drive you back?"

You fell silent. "...Good point." Keegan sighed.

"I'm coming. Show me the tattoo design."