"Stop ogling me."
He couldn't help but smile. "Does it make you feel bad?"
"Yes, it does bother me. It's not a good idea at all." She gave the painting she was looking at a wave.
It was pretty, which wasn't a big surprise. Pink flowers blossomed over stark black inkblots. It took him a second to figure out that the background was the back of a woman. It was subtle, but it made everything clear.
"That would be a great tattoo!" In his mind, he was already choosing the colors. Since the flowers were so perfectly shaded, they would be hard to paint, but Charley could do it. He was up for it.
"You would say that, of course."
“What? You don't consider tattoos to be art? Even though it's made with ink and skin instead of paint and canvas, it's still a masterpiece."
Even though she was six
