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“I like the two millimeter clear crystal L-bar,” I tell her.
I sit and wait for her to get everything ready, then she is in front of me, marking my nose, checking that it is in the correct position. With a mirror in front of me, I check and nod with a smile.
“Yep, that is good.”
“Okay, are you ready?” she asks, and I nod.
I keep my gaze on the paintings that are on the wall behind her, while she adds the clamp on my nostril, then pushes the needle through. I blink rapidly, from the shock, not so much from the slight sting of it.
Then she is fiddling with the bar that I picked to have in for the next few weeks.
“All done.” She leans back, checking that she is happy with it. “Looks good. It suits you, Kady.”
“Thanks, Win.” I take the mirror from her and look at my new addition. It looks fucking awesome if I do say so myself.
I have always wanted my nose pierced but never got around to it, I guess.
“Okay, tattoo time. What do you want?”
“I would like a quote for my family. With a moon arching around the first word, and some stars placed around the quotes. Something like this.” I show her on my phone, part of a board of designs that I would love tattooed on me.
She looks from my phone to me, then back to my phone. Her eyes get glassy and I think she will cry, but she coughs and turns her back, setting things up.
“That is perfect, Kady.”
Across my collarbone, I want the words, ‘Life is a collection of moments.’
We live each day, and before we know it, life has passed us by and most look back and see nothing. Well, I want to fill my life with moments that will carry on for a lifetime.
Winnie adjusts the stencil on my collarbone, and when she is happy, she gets to work.
People talking, and laughing, the buzzing from the tattoo machines fill the air, but Winnie works in silence and that just isn’t going to work for me. Silence makes my skin itch.
“So, how’s life? Been on a date with anyone? Maybe a six-foot man with stunning green eyes and a beard who would make any woman go weak at the knees?”
The buzzing and the stinging stops as Winnie looks up to me, her eyes unblinking as she thinks over my questions. She says nothing for several seconds, not moving, still unblinking and it is starting to creep me out.
Why is she looking at me like that?
“Say something. Anything,” I beg.
The longer she looks at me, remaining silent, the hairs on the back of my neck begin stand on end; it is like I am in a creepy horror movie right now.
“No dating. No man. Just drawing and tattooing.” She finally speaks, and I let out a breath I was holding.
“Winnie, you are young. Beautiful, stunning to the core, any man would be lucky to have you,” I tell her truthfully.
Her skin is fair, her dark brown curly hair and wide brown eyes give her an innocent look that men gawk at, but she sees nothing. Even the attention of that six-foot man with a trimmed beard and piercing green eyes.
He is in for a good old journey trying to get her to notice him.
She shrugs, saying nothing else.
I let her be. She is not going to budge, so I do not push her. I know that I can be a very pushy person, but I also know people’s limits and I won’t do anything to upset her.
So I change the subject and talk about what she knows and loves.
“Have you been busy?”
