Rough Draft Forever Ink
Jack prologue I saw her the first time ten years ago. Ben called me to the front of the shop for a customer. She was there with a friend looking at jewelry. It was easily discernible that she was no older than nineteen. Definitely a freshman out for her first bout of rebellion. Everything about her screamed ‘too sweet’, but still something about her stuck out. She wasn’t overtly beautiful. Pretty, I’d definitely had done a double take if I passed her on the street, but definitely no pin up....