"Ken, what did you do?" she hissed at me in disbelief. I peeled back the wrap, revealing my freshly done ink. The tattoo came out exactly how I'd pictured it in my head. It was absolutely perfect to say the least. The word Penny covered my entire forearm in big, bold calligraphy. The space where the O of her name should've been was actually filled with a vibrant poppy flower, the colors so strikingly close to the real thing. She began to shake her head back and forth which caused my smile to falter.
"You don't like it?" I asked while trying to hide the disappointment I was feeling from my voice.
Why didn't she like it?
"Ken, why the hell would you get my name tattooed on you? Tattoos are permanent and we're not even dating anymore!" she yelled. s**t, s**t, s**t! She's so mad. She never
