Beauty And The Tattooist

‘Beautiful ankles.’

We first met while I was sitting outside the shop smoking, slowly letting out smoke as I watched someone run in to take shelter under the awning just as a heavy rainstorm began. Their

cropped pants revealed smooth, fair skin on their ankles, a feature that immediately caught my eye. ‘A tattoo

there would look great,’

they said, looking at me, then at the shop sign, realizing their words were a total hard sell. Before I could apologize, a
sweet, low laugh rang out. It

wasn’t as loud as the rain, but more pleasant…

It made me look up, my gaze tracing from their ankles to their sweet brown eyes.

‘Then choose a tattoo for me,’ they said

…

and that’s when I realized this kid had more to offer than just beautiful ankles.

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