#(sam convos.)

To say that Lily was nervous was an understatement. She’d never gotten a tattoo despite having always had the idea in the back of her mind. The lily tattoo that she’d wanted to get on her wrist seemed small and inconspicuous enough for a first run, and Sam had been kind enough to get her a slot at the local tattoo parlor once a cancellation had been made. “No going back now, right?” she joked as she greeted her friend at the front desk, trying to control her breathing and heart rate. “It’s small enough where the pain will be minimal, right?”