' ICE CREAM AND CIGARETTES ' - vinnie hacker

1; don't worry, peach

i began speaking, maybe a little too loud, "that is not the same as me getting it on my a-"

"are y'all the ones waiting?" a masculine voice cut me off, making me completely freeze.

oh, my god.

i know that voice.

there's no way. there's absolutely no way in hell, in heaven, on earth that he's the guy who'd be giving me my tattoo. maybe just similar voices, that had to be it.

i moved my eyes up and let my eyes take in the male standing in front of us. pretty tall, tattoos covering his arms, dirty blonde curls, the figure of a body-builder. and of course, a cigarette in one hand and a few bites left of an ice cream cone in the other.

of fucking course.

"you've got to be kidding me." i accidently said out loud as our eyes met, and his face looked just as shocked as mine. similar to that day on the balcony, actually.

his lips soon curled into a smirk, "hey, nice to see you with your top on."

"no," imani's mouth dropped, "don't tell me this is-"

"no way," the guy behind the counter laughed, "this is the chick with the nice tits?"

wow, respectful, much?

i can not believe this is happening. just my luck. i told imani we should've stayed home, i told her this could happen, and she acted like i was crazy. now look at us.

"uhm, i'm sorry, i don't think-" i started, but of course he cut me off.

"oh come on, you're already here. we don't have to talk about it. jett is just a dumbass, don't mind him." he sent a quick glare to his friend who obviously doesn't have a filter, before looking back at me. there's no way he actually expects me to casually have an appointment after he saw my unexposed chest not even a month ago. does he think i'm insane?

"look, i really think this whole thing is just uncomfortable for both of us, we'll find another tattoo place and we can all just pretend this never hap-"

he cut me off, yet again, "i'll do it free of charge. you know, to pay my respect, or whatever. i'm for real, it's no big deal."

i could feel imani's eyes on me as he took an inhale of the cigarette in his hand. god, i hate cigarettes. "well..." imani started, and i looked at her with wide eyes. "oh, my god, mani, you can't be serious!"

"he did say free of charge! do you know how expensive tattoos are in new york?" she tried to convince me and grabbed my hand, all while i closed my eyes and shook my head.

"she's right. very expensive, especially in this part. and based on what i overheard you guys talking about, you're getting the tattoo in a pretty private part of your body...you wouldn't some creep doing it, would you?"

god, he is not helping. he is one persuasive motherfucker.

i sighed and opened my eyes. i'm gonna regret this, i'm gonna regret this so much. i don't want to spend one more minute speaking to him. but, he's right about one thing. i do not want some creep, who i've never seen in my life, touching my ass.