#kimberlyjack

Four months might seem like a small amount of time. For Ben, it had gone on for what has been at least a year. Being the type of man who moved from country to country, Springhill felt even smaller than what it is in reality. Leave it to no other than Ben to find adventure or things to do in a place that seemed to be all out of ideas. During his time thus far, the male had already made his way to the tattoo parlor more than a few times. In those moments, his eyes were always locked onto the attention of a particular sleek, olive-skinned woman. She accepted his flirtatious behavior but never took his shit; the first challenge that Ben had found yet. 

Of all days, not looking for anywhere or anyone in particular, Ben was participating in an evening job on the beach right before the moon consumed the sun and the sunset no longer rested against the outlook of the water. On that jog, perhaps a mile or so in, he knew that figure anywhere. Although the male might not remember much, he did remember the woman’s particular liking to the beach. He knew it was the artist that was in front of him. 

Typically, no one would be caught running without their favorite artist hyping them up in between the ears. Scrolling out of his music app, and in Ben fashion, he slid into the artist’s DMs. To be fair, he had no other way of contacting her at the moment. 

@travelthejones --> Fancy seeing you outside the shop. Would’ve put money you lived in there Kimbo. 

Wells couldn’t have been more excited at the fact that Kimberly was free to hang out again. There was something about the last time that they were together that made him pull himself out of a spiral of shyness to ask her if she wanted to see him again. There was no pressure, but then why did it feel like all the pressure of the world was sitting on his chest with each text message he sent and awaited for her to reply with. He couldn’t have been more relieved when she mentioned that she’d had he appetite around the time that he would get there. Not wanting the Pizza to get cold, he actually had prepped all the ingredients on a kneaded dough hours prior to now, before he left. After confirmation, Wells called his family owned shop for the person who was working to put the pizza in to cook while he finished up in his shower. 

The male slipped into a pair of Champion joggers, and a tightly-fitted basketball jersey. A signature, sporty Wells look. But, it was comfortable to him and that was all that mattered to him after a long day at work. Still feeling like he smelt like pizza, he was going to add to that scent when he went to pick up Kimberly’s pizza. Thanking his co-worker, he got out of there as quickly as he could to make sure that he would be close to being at Kimberly’s when he said he was going to be. So what if he was a few minutes late? For some reason, Wells was concerned. Nevertheless, he made it outside her door, turning the engine off to his car in just the amount of time that would instantly ease any worries. 

Holding the pizza box in one hand, he used his other to knock on the door. He even spiced it up, knocking on it in a very rhythmic way. As he waited for her to answer, his head lifted up, starring at the stars that were slowly starting to light the night sky. A soft smile across his features, his mind went to the previous night with Kim, only leaving him in curiosity as to how this time will go. Now that it wasn’t so late, Kimberly was in a better mood and there was pizza involved. Who doesn’t like pizza, after all? When she’d answer the door, he’d be in the same stance, looking at the stars. 

Wells: Hey, how are you?

Wells: Just checking in 😊

After quite a lot of convincing, that Ben would not speak of, slightly out of his own pride but also because he had never been the type to beg. Ben never had to ask someone to hang out or spend time with him. Simply, if he wanted to hang out, the other wouldn’t ever say no, they would just show up. Even after that night in the school, the two had spent a few other moments together, whether it was just sitting at the bar or Ben coming to the tattoo shop to annoy her. He still enjoyed the mystery and challenge it took to be in her good graces. It had gotten so easy for Ben at this point that he was glad to have Kimberly to change it up. He was currently manning the photobooth. He had asked her to come when he was finished. He didn’t exactly have an idea what the two were going to do but, it was a carnival; most of it seemed pretty self-explanatory. Once Ben noticed the woman coming closer, he grinned and lifted the camera to his eye and caught a candid of her walking towards him. “Look, now I’ve got a picture to make it last longer,” he said playfully, waving the camera slightly higher in the air. Walking over to her, he flashed a smile. “So glad you finally decided to show up,” he teased.