When the tattoo artist noticed Genevieve was typing on her phoneâs notepad app, he instantly understood that she could not speak. After a brief pause, he replied, âIt depends on the size of the tattoo. If the tattoo isnât big, we can draw another design on top of it.â Genevieve nodded before turning to look at Armand, who was standing behind her. She then wrote: Are you going to take it off yourself, or do I have to help you? Armand was then reminded that he had said something similar to her back at the hotel. He did not expect her to return the favor this soon. A faint look of helplessness could be seen on his otherwise cold expression as he quickly took off his shirt. The tattoo artist took a good look at Armandâs strong and muscular upper body. âIs your boyfriend a model? His body is amazing. I wonât get to achieve this body even when I go to the gym,â he said with a look of envy. Genevieve typed: Sir, Iâm here for you to remove his tattoo. Not for you to look at his body. She then pointed at Armandâs chest. The tattoo artist quickly spotted the thumb-sized light purple bellflower tattooed onto Armandâs chest. âThatâs such a small tattoo. Itâll only take a few minutes to remove it. Young lady, why donât you take a look at what tattoos you would like to be tattooed on your boyfriend?â the tattoo artist said as he gestured for Armand to take a seat on the chair. He then went to prepare his tools. Genevieve sat next to the coffee table and flipped open the book that contained pictures of tattoo designs. Every page had a large tattoo pattern. There was even a drawing of Jesus. Armand tilted his head to the side slightly as he remained seated in the chair. When he saw Genevieve flipping through the book of tattoo designs, his eyes twitched. âThis tattoo really does not have anything to do with Marilyn,â he explained once again. Genevieve looked at him as the doubt in her eyes grew stronger. She then replied: Donât you know that the more you explain, the more it seems as if youâre trying to cover something up? Armand fell silent. âChoose whatever you wish,â he stated in the end. When Genevieve noticed the helpless look on Armandâs face, she quickly held up the book to cover her face so that she could smile secretly.
After the tattoo artist cleanly removed the tattoo from Armandâs chest, Genevieve passed a drawing over to him. There was a small, light green flower drawn on it. âIsnât this a Genevieve Orsi?â The tattoo artist was able to recognize the drawing just after a glance. âIs there even a green one?â Nodding, Genevieve typed: There isnât one now, but there will be after you tattoo it onto him. The tattoo artist instantly understood. âThere are hundreds of couples who come to get tattoos from me. Most of them only tattooed each otherâs faces, names, birthdays, and more. Your choice is particularly unique, young lady!â he commented with a smile. Genevieve tapped her cheek with her finger as she smiled, remaining silent. Of course my choice is unique. I drew it myself! Genevieve requested for the tattoo to be about the size of a thumb, as long as it was able to cover the muzzle of the gun on Armandâs chest.
However, because the Genevieve Orsi had a lot of petals stacked on top of one another, it took the tattoo artist a long time to get it done. As he drew, he chatted with Genevieve, âWhy donât you get a tattoo as well, young lady? What about something like your boyfriendâs zodiac sign, or even birthdays and initials if youâre looking for a smaller tattoo?â Genevieve glanced at the tattoo needle vibrating as it jabbed in and out of Armandâs chest. Breaking out into a cold sweat, she shook her head firmly. She then typed: No, thanks. She did not have as much willpower and endurance as Armand had. Armandâs expression did not even change as he sat there getting the tattoo. Genevieve was afraid of pain. If that tattoo needle ever came into contact with her skin, she would probably scream so loud that glass would shatter. After more than an hour, the tattoo artist was finally finished. âDone,â he announced as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. The Genevieve Orsi was indeed very small as it covered the muzzle of the gun. Its green color was also very faint. It was nearly invisible if seen from afar. Not only that, but the tattoo artist was highly skilled. The small flower looked almost real. Genevieve lightly touched the flower with a finger. She felt as though she was the one growing on Armandâs chest instead. A feeling of satisfaction welled up within her. It did not matter what tattoo he had before this, or if it was done because of another woman. Right now, there was a Genevieve Orsi tattooed on his chestâa one and only green Genevieve Orsi.