That was all we had, all we needed.
It was a chance meeting in a New York City club while I was in town for a wedding. Our paths were never going to cross again. But I lied. One night wasn’t enough.
New York City was my dream. Work for the best tattoo artist in the country, build up my own client list, then start my own ink shop wherever I wanted. Then I met Mila. One night. That was what we agreed. But even as I was telling her goodbye, I was already planning our forever.
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