Tattoos and Scars | Rewritten Version

Chapter 65 || Prove It

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I grip Adrian's hand, digging my nails into it as I slowly back away. "Adrian," I whisper harshly. "Dog..." Adrian casually rolls his eyes before shooing the dog away by stomping his foot. The cute, but scary, stray white dog scampers away.

"It's normal," He shrugs. We had parked the car in the house that Adrian had bought... just for this vacation. Talk about being rich. Now we were just a couple minutes away from the house, and I've already tripped on many wonky sidewalks.

Not to mention the amount of weird looks I've been getting from people that actually live and belong here. It was still evening, which meant that we could go grocery shopping real quick and then spend the rest of this week and a half as boyfriend and girlfriend who love each other dearly.

I just hope that Adrian loves me just as much as I love him.

I wrap my arms around his arm, of course feeling his muscles, as he walks me through the streets. It's actually a nice place, apart from the occasional dog I see sleeping on the street and I nearly have a panic attack because I think they're gonna bite me. But they don't.

Turns out they're used to being around so many humans. I wanted to pet one, but Adrian dragged me away from them saying that they're not vaccinated. Such a mood kill. I still am not used to the judgy looks I'm getting.

I'm not used to all this attention. "Adrian?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think PDA is safe here? I saw one lady point at us and then explain something to her daughter with a scowl on her face."

"Of course PDA is safe here. It's not like they're gonna come at us with pitchforks." Just as he says that, I see someone... with a very weapon-like knife, slice through a green coconut. Then he places a straw into the coconut and gives it to a girl who sips it, handing the guy some money.

"Adrian, I want some," I tell him, tugging at his arm and gesturing to the standing. I didn't have to ask twice because Adrian took me across the street. The man at the stand looks up at Adrian, and then looks at me.

"My english... bad," He quickly says.

"Nanage kannaḍa gottu," Adrian speaks, fucking fluently. Nope, I'm totally falling for this man. "Eraḍu koḍu." Can we just talk about how I didn't understand anything he said but found that completely dreamy?

** I know Kannada , Give me two.

The man nods, easily shaving the top off of two coconuts and placing straws in them. Then he hands it to us.

I take a sip, and almost instantly, finish the entire thing. Then I look at Adrian with a goofy smile and big eyes. He orders one more, and finish that like a slurping machine as well.

When we're done, I look around for a trash can, but the man just tells me to toss it behind that fence over there. I shrug and do what he tells me to do. Adrian hands the man the money, which we converted to rupees on our way here.

"I think that amounts to grocery shopping," I tell Adrian.

"Getting a little desperate are we?"