"Stop ogling me."

He couldn't help but smile. "Does it make you feel bad?"

"Yes, it does bother me. It's not a good idea at all." She gave the painting she was looking at a wave.

It was pretty, which wasn't a big surprise. Pink flowers blossomed over stark black inkblots. It took him a second to figure out that the background was the back of a woman. It was subtle, but it made everything clear.

"That would be a great tattoo!" In his mind, he was already choosing the colors. Since the flowers were so perfectly shaded, they would be hard to paint, but Charley could do it. He...