today, mireu came in with a genuine smile.
"hey, shortcake," i smiled.
"you already have a nickname for me?" she chuckled.
i laughed along with her, "what do you want to get today?"
instead of taking her phone out like she normally would, she handed me a small piece of paper that looked like it had been ripped out of a notebook.
"did you draw this?"
"oh! no! my friend drew it," mireu then pointed right below the back of her neck, "i want it right here."
"of course."
about halfway through the tattoo, i asked her the same question as before, "why are you getting this one?"
"the friend that drew this is in the hospital right now. i want to show it to him when he gets out," she smiled.
"why is your friend in the hospital?"
"he fell down the stairs."
"how'd he do that?" i asked.
"he's really clumsy. he trips over air all the time so it didn't come as a surprise when i got a call saying he fell down the stairs and was sent to the hospital."
i finished the tattoo and admired my work.
"thank you, taeyong."
"thanks for being my canvas," i smirked before she left.
