Saturday night, 10:30 pm. The pink opaque is airing.

Saturday night, 11:00 pm. It finishes.

Maddy looks over to you, like she’s contemplating something. You turn, looking at them. You think about it for a second, and lightly place your head on her shoulder. You can’t quite see it, but she smiles. Maddy doesn’t have many friends. Watching the show, in the basement, with you? It means a lot to them. You mean a lot to them. You’re one of the only ones that know she’d a lesbian. And you don’t mind.

“Could I draw the tattoo on you? You know, like Tara and Isabel.” Maddy asks, their deep voice sounding sincere.