I noticed her hand tattoos first, when she flicked her pen to take drink orders. Both her arms, her neck, even her cleavage, were covered in a small museum’s worth of art. Against her pale skin, the deep bold colors were even more luring, and I wanted the full guided tour. I’m not usually into tattoos like that, but she had the sexy confidence that goes with committing to a style, any style, and this was more than just this season’s boots.
“Hey,” she said and smiled. I ended up having a coffee and spending the afternoon at the museum.