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we’ve used up our allotted votes. I’m sure she is. She always is. She’s constantly munching. I’m pretty sure she’s the thief who’s been eating all my chocolate chips. “We can order or, ya know, go out somewhere if you want.”
    “Go out? Like… ” She stops, her eyes scanning the floor. “Just out to eat?”
    “Yeah, just to eat. I wasn’t asking you on a date or anything.” I take a sharp breath. That came out rude. Not my intention at all. It’s just I don’t do dates.
    Her eyes lose a little bit of their light and she swivels her head back towards the TV. “No, I’m good. I ate before.”
    Dammit. Why did I feel the need to say it like that? Why does being a dickhead come so easy to me? Of course she didn’t think I was asking her on a date. She’s with Aidan. Get a grip and fix this .
    “Well, I’m ordering and I’m just gonna order you something whether you’re hungry or not.” Yup, that fixed it . Now I look like an even bigger dick.
    She scrunches up her nose, the little diamond stud sending a sparkle my way. Her eyes warm as she rolls them towards the ceiling. “Josh, why do you have to make things so difficult?”
    I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “I don’t know, ‘cause I really like it when things are easy.”
    “I’m sure you do.” She lifts her eyebrows, glancing over at me insinuatingly.
    Easy life, easy girls, those things make me happy. Well…content. I don’t know that easy girls really make me happy.
    Becca turns her whole body in the chair so that she’s facing me. “Sometimes when you have to work a little harder at something, you find you appreciate it more.”
    I meet her gray eyes. Gray . I know they’re gray. I’ve known they’re gray since the first time I met her. Too pale to be considered blue, too beautiful not to notice. My lips squeeze together in a frown. So what ? I know what color her eyes are. That doesn’t mean anything. I lower my head down away from her intense gaze and reach for the menu on the coffee table. “I’m gonna go order,” I mumble, getting up from the couch.
    “Okay. Can you make sure you tell them I want brown rice with mine?”
    “Brown rice. Got it.” I call the order in from the kitchen. “Can you repeat it back,” I say to the man taking the order. Because I don’t want to get this wrong. I’ve got to make sure I don’t fuck this up.
    Aidan
    I rub antibacterial ointment onto the fresh skull I created on a biker’s thick arm and pull my head back to admire my work. “You ready to check this thing out?”
    The guy looks down and then gets up from the chair, stretching out his back before walking over to the mirror. “Whoa, dude, this is awesome.” He admires the new ink, moving around to see it from different angles. “It’s killer. How do you even learn to do something like this?”
    I tip my head at him modestly. Tattooing was something I always wanted to do. Growing up I was constantly losing myself sketching up the different ideas I had jumping around in my head. On my eighteenth birthday I got my first tattoo, a dagger in a heart that I drew up myself. The artist who did my tattoo liked it. It was one of those ‘right place at the right time’ moments. I started working there doing small jobs, building experience. When I moved here the guy was good enough to give me a recommendation. And, well, here I am.
    “Aidan.” Frank, the owner of the shop, walks over and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Before you head out we got a few girls coming in. Twenty first birthday celebration. They all want tattoos.” He laughs. “I told them we’d only tattoo ‘em if they were sober when they got here. You mind staying? I’m sure it’ll just be a bunch of bullshit butterflies on shoulders.”
    “I’ll stay but you know as well as I do what’s gonna happen.” I don’t tattoo girls. They don’t want me to. I scare them. One look at me and they’ll wait two hours for Frank or one of the other