Chapter Five
Blanca
When I’m at the outdoor entrance of my apartment building after work, someone screams my name from across the street.
I turn to find Dylan halfway out the doors of Ink Envy, waving me over.
Looking both ways like my mama taught me, I jog across the street. “What’s up?”
“Come on in,” he says. “I’ll be right back.”
I walk in and find Seth there, sitting down on a couch in the front of the tattoo shop with a giant Slurpee in his hands. He pats the seat next to him.
“Nice. What flavor?” I ask.
“Blue raspberry mixed with cherry and a squirt of Coke.”
I nod my approval. “So, why am I over here?”
“This is where we hang. Well, here or the rooftop.” He props his feet up on the table in front of him.
I glance around. The shop has soaring ceilings and the walls are cove
