Four months might seem like a small amount of time. For Ben, it had gone on for what has been at least a year. Being the type of man who moved from country to country, Springhill felt even smaller than what it is in reality. Leave it to no other than Ben to find adventure or things to do in a place that seemed to be all out of ideas. During his time thus far, the male had already made his way to the tattoo parlor more than a few times. In those moments, his eyes were always locked onto the attention of a particular sleek, olive-skinned woman. She accepted his flirtatious behavior but never took his shit; the first challenge that Ben had found yet.
Of all days, not looking for anywhere or anyone in particular, Ben was participating in an evening job on the beach right before the moon consumed the sun and the sunset no longer rested against the outlook of the water. On that jog, perhaps a mile or so in, he knew that figure anywhere. Although the male might not remember much, he did remember the woman’s particular liking to the beach. He knew it was the artist that was in front of him.
Typically, no one would be caught running without their favorite artist hyping them up in between the ears. Scrolling out of his music app, and in Ben fashion, he slid into the artist’s DMs. To be fair, he had no other way of contacting her at the moment.
@travelthejones --> Fancy seeing you outside the shop. Would’ve put money you lived in there Kimbo.
@kimberlyjack
