He picked up the pile of papers in the passenger seat and threw them in the back. He moved around to the other side and got in. Kent started the SUV and turned the heat on to try to warm it up. He was shivering. I reached back and grabbed the papers before buckling up. I flipped through them while he drove. There were several other things doodled on paper. One of them was actually a rather well done drawing of me.

I looked at the drawing, held it up to my face so I could see it better in the darkness. "Who drew this?"

"Remember Sammy from Art History class?" He was watching the road as he drove. "He drew all those for me."

"Does Sammy have a crush on me?"

"That was a possible tattoo I was thinking about. I gave him some pictures of you to draw."

"Hmm." I kept flipping as I mulled that over. Jen probably twisted his arm and told him he definitely couldn’t get a picture of my face on his body. I smirked as I imagined them having sex and her having to stare at me on his chest. I shook the thought away, amusing as it was.

There was also one of my name ornately drawn out and his name mixed into it. Another of two video game controllers, with tangled wires.

I laughed at that one. "You do love your video games."

"It was something we always used to do, not about the video games themselves.” He pulled into the tattoo parlor.

I flipped to the one we were going to get, or maybe just him, I hadn't decided yet. "Where are you going to get it?"

"Diamond Thief. It's the only parlor that is open at this time and I've looked at some of the work. It's good." He put the car in park and looked at the parlor in front of us.

I laughed. "No, I meant where on your skin."

"If you can't tell I'm kind of nervous,” he chuckled as he looked at the sign that flashed with the large diamond on it. "I was thinking on my arm, maybe my calf."

"I think it should go on your hairy ass." I grinned at my own joke, surprised by how easily I could slip back into being his carefree friend.

Kent smirked. "Is that really where you think it should go?"

"Will you put it there?"

"Do you want me to put it there?" He chuckled as he opened the door and got out.

"It's your body..." I got out of the SUV too and walked with him up to the door of the tattoo parlor.

"Where do you think it'll look good?" He opened the door for me and we were greeted when we walked in by a girl sitting behind the desk. She had lots of colorful tattoos on her arms and facial piercings.

"I don't know. I haven't seen your body lately."