Tattooed on my heart

One too many

Tommaso’s POV -

The new cocktails have arrived to the table and I snacked on the fries and small sandwiches that were on the tray.

I sipped the new drink just as Thalia appeared between the people that were crowding the bar, with every step she took people around the room looked at her, men glancing and staring depends on where they were positioned, girls some with awe and others with glares at the men around them.

She now wore a simple black dress, it was knee high and tight, on the left side of it there was a slit, it had a U shape that left her thigh exposed, the dress had a small turtleneck which now was decorated by her necklaces and short sleeves that came right under her shoulder, she wore the same low short timberland shoes that were covered by her jeans before.

Her hair now tide up in a messy bun, her pierced ears sparkled in the bar’s lights.

Her breasts softly bounced as she walked, her waists narrow compared to her wider shoulders and hips.

A guy that was with his back to her getting his drinks from the bar took a step back and almost bumped into her, she firmly grabbed him as he almost lost balance with drinks in his hands, he straightened up and turned quickly, seemed he was about to get mad, but when he looked and saw her his face softened and he nodded over and over as she was talking to him, too far for me to hear what’s being said.

She waved a small goodbye before turning away and heading for her seat.

As she set and hung her bag from the chair “ok I’m much better now, are you ok?”

I took another sip from my drink before responding “never better, you clean up nicely I must say”.

She was sipping her new cocktail, she looked up at me her lips still on the glass, her lips curving up into a smile / smirk thing that seemed to be her permanente state.

Maintaining eye contact again she said “that’s nothing, a simple everyday dress.”

It was true, it wasn’t the dress, it was her figure under it.

I nodded in agreement and continued “well you said you have other questions for me, go on, I’m curious”.

She nodded as her checks were swollen now that she had food in them, made her already round face seem even more sweet and innocent, although she clearly wasn’t, it was almost unbelievable how her features could present both and she controlled it so well.

She swallowed her food, sipped her drink and spoke again “I don’t need to know your wish, but I love giving the Daruma doll hints as to what it is, so for example if it’s work related, like mine” she pointed at the one I picked up before “you can see I added a tattoo stencil on it” I thought for a second, I couldn’t reveal my wish, I finished my drink and said “matters of the heart” I replied dryly as to make it seems like nothing g serious.

Her eyes widened and she also downed her drink fast, now with salty foods the drinks were finishing quickly before the ice could melt.

“I know!!! Can I give it a human heart??” She excitedly asked.

The waitress was now bringing two more drinks and clearing the old ones.

“Thanks” I said to her, she nodded.

“And yes, I actually love that”

She seemed to be hesitant, but she looked at me serious now “well, I don’t want to assume anything but the color for the doll when it comes to love and romance is Pink, we don’t have to go barbie doll with it, but maybe a darker shade?”

I laughed “whatever pink you want is fine for me.”

She looked surprised, I raised an eyebrow and asked “do you think I’m worried about seeming less masculine cause of a pink doll on my chest?”

She then shook her head no “I don’t think even putting you in a pink dress that says barbie on it can cause that”.

Now we both laughed, the beauty mark under her eye crinkled as hey closed while she laughed.

As the evening went by, she showed me flower references, color schemes and various Daruma faces.

She took off her shoes at some point and set with her feet tangled on her chair, coloured pencils decorated the table as we ate, drank and talked as she sketched.

To me it almost seemed like magic how the previously white paper turned into art with every stroke of pencil on it.

I lost count at how much we drank, we finished the initial tattoo design a while back, but we had continued talking about various things and it’s been a while since I had such intelligent conversations.

“Well, I’m sorry to inform you, I think I’ve hit my drink limit. Not even sure how to get home” she said with a wondering face.

“I’ll get you a taxi don’t worry about it” I said, I was double her size the amount we drank didn’t have grand effect, I won’t drive but also I was fine and well.

She softly looked at me “I think it’s better if I walk and get some fresh air”.

I nodded “I’ll walk with you”.

I quickly signalled the waitress to pay the bill, got up and grabbed her things off of the chair.

She looked at me, her pupils dilated and her face flushed from the alcohol, she spoke “I can grab them myself you know?”

I nodded yes and smiled “Of course, but what kind of gentleman will I be if I let you do so?”,

She shook her head and pushed the chair back as she stood up, I guess it was a bit too quickly and the alcohol took effect, she stumbled lightly,

My free hand quickly grabbed her by the small of her back, she stabilised herself leaning against my chest and arm.

She radiated heat, it tingled on my palm of my hand, my chest and arm.

She pulled away with a nod “Thanks, got up too fast” she said in a low voice as if she was embarrassed.

I looked down at her and smiled “it’s a gentleman’s job, isn’t it?” I laughed softly, she looked up and nodded and let out a soft giggle.

We went out and the evening was chilly, at this time of the season it was normal.

She took her bags from me and looked for something in tote bag that had her previous outfit, after a while she sighed “I think I forgot my jacket at the shop” and facepalmed herself lightly, I immediately took off my shirt, placed it on her shoulders, it was big and covered her like a robe.

She looked back at me standing in my white T with short sleeves, she shook her head and said protesting “No, I can’t accept it. You’re in short sleeves, you’ll get sick and it will be my fault! My apartment is close, I’ll walk there and warm up I’ll be good..” she started pulling my shirt off, I quickly stopped her movements and said with a sigh “I am honestly not even cold, I don’t get sick easily and if you take it off no one will have it on. So will you please not be stubborn and leave it on?”

She sighed and nodded.

She started walking in the opposite direction from which we came from, I followed her steps “this way to my place she pointed” she was definitely not walking straight, I felt a light buzz I assume in her size and we drank head to head she must be tipsy at the very least.

“I know you wanted to walk but maybe I should call us a cab?”

She plopped on a near by bench, she shook her head “no its fine, I’ll sit for 5 minutes and after that I can walk the rest”.

She set there licking her front teeth with her tongue, I looked curiously and asked “All ok there?” She nodded quickly “my teeth are numb, I think I’m ready to go home..” she stood up and gravity pulled her right back down to the bench.

“Well seems your body disagrees, so you have two options, one is I call you a cab and two I carry you home.”

Her eyes are widened in horror hearing the second option “fine, call a cab, but I’m paying” I nodded and laughed at I took out my phone.