Zoe went inside the trailer that the tattoo parlor was in. She wanted to get a tattoo, something basic, nothing too crazy. Yet, her mom was so insistent on her not getting a tattoo that it made Zoe laugh. To her it was stupid and she was going to do it anyway.

She leaned against the wall inside the trailer. However, her eyes were trained on the girl in front of her. Damn, did she look pretty. Zoe shook off that thought as she looked away. What the hell was she thinking? She didn't like girls. Besides, this girl was doing her job, why was she being so weird about it?

She bit her lip, trying to re-center her thoughts. She then just decided to speak up and get it done and over with, "Hey...."

Despite her being so lost in her thoughts about this girl, her voice was still aggressive. She just wants a tattoo and be outta here.

"Just some cherries right here," She continued, lifting up her shirt a bit to point to her right hip. She then shrugged before adjusting her shirt back down, "Nothing much to it."