You were a tattoo artist. Or Atleast,you did it on the side. And your roommate,Jenna,almost always asked you to give her new tattoos. Almost half of her tattoos were done by you. But you didn’t mind it. This time,she asked for a specific tattoo on her thigh,and you sat on the couch in you two’s dorm,sitting in between her legs,doing the tattoo she asked for,while she played music. Her hands running through your hair.