— omar watson a touch of ink, downtown.
There was hardly anyone she'd trust to hold a needle to her skin, pants halfway down her thigh, in the middle of a downtown shop, but it was difficult not to trust a man like Omar. He just had that vibe about him and from the moment they'd met, she knew he was chill. That, and, it was hard not to grow to like someone who offered discounted tattoo services. At least, she assumed she'd swindled her way into discounted tattoo services when she mentioned thinking about adding color to the shark outline a friend did on his couch back in Florida and Omar offered to be the one to do it. As the sound in the shop buzzed along, ears almost numb to the noise, Molly glanced his way as best she could and questioned, "How's it looking down there, doc?"
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