Zoe went inside the trailer that the tattoo parlor was in. She wanted to get a tattoo, something basic, nothing too crazy. Yet, her mom was so insistent on her not going anywhere near this place. It almost made her laugh, almost.

She leaned against the wall. However, her eyes were on the girl in front of her. Damn, did she look pretty. Zoe shook off that though as she looked away. What the hell was she thinking? She didn't like girls.

She bit her lip, trying to re center her thoughts before she decided to just speak up, "... Hey."

Despite her being so lost in her thoughts about this girl, her voice was still aggressive. She just wants a tattoo and then get outta here.

"Just some cherries right here," She continued, lifting up her shirt a bit to point to her right hip. She then shrugged before adjusting her shirt, "Nothing much."