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The tattoo artist had lingered on her mind, a handsome man with a kind soul willing to help her in a time of need. Not to mention such gentle hands. She had returned to finish her tattoo, but of course desires spoke volumes and who was she to starve such cravings? She was aggressive with her kisses, delicate fingers quick to remove clothing. They moved quickly, from his station to suddenly enjoying the more private area of the shop's loft level.

" it's not murder if they deserved it, right?" ( @andynked ) gif cred.

At her station lay a carefully curated box for the upcoming holiday. Valentines day was going to be busy for Andrew, and so it he assumed it was better to gift this to Imogen prior. The basket contained pink gloves, black ink caps, rose rolling papers and a matching blunt holder ring, and an anatomically correct heart bong. While Andrew no longer partook, he knew she did so from time to time- how frequently, he wasn't entirely sure. Still, seeing these ads come across his timeline, he couldn't deny they spoke to him and whispered her name. There was a mixed back of her preferred treats, and a small card topping it off- saying simply "You're a smoke show, valentine." Andrew was amused with himself to writing something so creative.

 𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐧'𝐬  𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥  𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝  𝐚𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤  𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬  𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲  𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭  𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭  𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.  the  items  inside,  each  one  carefully  chosen  for  her,  brings  a  small  grin  to  her  face.  her  smile  grows  as  she  reads  the  card,  and  a  laugh  escapes  her  lips  as  she  reaches  for  her  phone.  she  immediately  texts  a  ❛thank  you❜  to  andrew,   telling  him  how  much  his  thoughtful  gesture  has  brightened  her  day.

↪ HEIGHT COMPARISON

Siobhan ended up waking up at Baker's Hours for the first time in a long time. She couldn't remember being up that early since she had closed up the shop. But if she wanted those assorted snacks baked, labeled, and packaged she needed to start early. In the lull between pulling one pan out of the oven and replacing it with another, she kept remembering what happened the night before. Was it the best kiss that she might have ever had, yes but had she been a little forward on the first date also yes?

And here she was baking with the intention of seeing him again. Hoping in her heart of hearts that it was not just the wine that seemed to make the date go so smoothly. Other than texting him that she had gotten home and tonight last night. then again this morning to ask about any dietary restrictions she hadn’t had the chance to break down the date with anyone. By the time she was finished, showered, and presentable it was almost 11:00 am. Siobhan took a quick glass at herself in the mirror to make sure she was presentable before heading out the door.

‘I’m heading your way. Might be a bit of a drive-by instead of a coffee and snack. My hair stylist managed to fit me in for a midday braiding.’

Hyacinthe had to two a couple of deep breaths before they spoke. Their entire body trembled with anxiety as they fought not to let their jealousy get the best of them and potentially ruin a relationship they cared for so much. However, and many people had rightfully told them, they wore their expressions on their faces. For a second, they felt everything so strongly it was hard to know how to react. They wanted to scream, cry, run away, lash out at him, all at the same time. But none of this made sense and they needed to calm down. "I'm not," they muttered between their teeth.

Seeing Andrew's ex fiancée in the tattoo parlor had been a slap to the face. Sure, they had heard about her before, even seen pictures of her, but they had never expected to meet her in person or to feel such a rush of anxious jealousy boil in their veins. However, they knew exactly where it came from. It was a mix of so many things. How difficult it had been to get close to Andrew, to build a relationship with him, between him trying to sabotage it out of habit, disappearing for months God knew where, building trust in him again after he came back, working through the age gap. And now his ex appearing again out of nowhere only for her to mistake them for a client. "What was she doing here anyway?" they asked, trying to keep as calm as possible.

"There’s nothing like seeing each other again, no matter the distance in between."