You were getting a tattoo. You sat in the waiting room with your phone in your hand.\ "Y/n?" A masculine voice said. You looked up, only to face Jasom. Your childhood best friend. He moved away years ago and planned to never return. What's he doing here? "You're exactly how I remembered in my dreams." He mumbles, thinking you didn't hear. "What did you say?" You asked trying to act clueless. "Nothing." He said, with a welcoming smile. He gestured towards a door at the end of the hallway. "This way." He says. You follow him into the room. "Okay where do you want this tattoo?" He asked. "On my inner thigh." You said, nervously. "Take a seat ma" he said, preparing everything. You sat down, while he disappeared between your thighs.