"Your British right?" Alix was sitting criss crossed in the tattoo chair, smiling.
"Uh, yeah," I looked up from my sketch book.
"Okay, I have a joke for you," she sat up and I laughed," What do sea monsters eat?"
I thought for a second then shrugged.
"Fish and SHIPS."
She busted out laughing and I laughed a little," you've been waiting to tell me this huh?"
"Yeah," she blushed.
"What do you want to get?"
She squinted her eyes she perked up," I'll get a ship."
I smiled so hard.
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just that your getting a tattoo because of a conversation we had."
And all she did was smile.
This girl.
