evieabbot:
“Gonna add this one to the collection too,” she asked, one hand gesturing towards his neck in reference to the ink on his body. She pulled her shake close, lifting her legs to the other end of the booth, where he sat, and crossing her legs over the seat. Evie took a sip of her shake, pulling out the cherry and popping it into her mouth. She pulled it off by its stem and tossed it aside. “Didn’t say it couldn’t have been. Plenty of burger joints in the city, but here we are.”
Shrugging his shoulders, Charles pulled his collar down slightly and looked down his shirt to the tattooed torso he owned. “I might do, if I have any space left..” He spoke, wondering as he did on whether or not he had any space left and where the space would be. Lifting another handful of fries to his lips, Charles gave Evie a boyish grin. “Well, Miss Abbot, I am flattered.”













