Mr. Tatto Wants Me

"Why is it suddenly cloudy? Is today's weather forecast wrong?" Jose gazed at the situation outside through the thick glass in the main room of Racher Art, and he was even holding a glass cleaner. "When is the pizza I want coming?""Does pizza fly or walk on its own?" The voice came from a woman beside a tattooed man sitting on a sofa not far from Jose's position. A bottle of wine with three shot glasses, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter lay on the table surface. The woman lit the cigarette's tip that was already pressed to her lips. "Maybe you should blab to the pizza guy because he's starving you."Jose ruffled his loins at her. "You're right, Bianca. I should scold him until he cries."Bianca smiled as she took a drag from her cigarette and leaned against the broad chest of the black T-shirt clinging to the tattooed man's body. "What are your plans for tonight?""Nothing." Denis lifted the sloka glass filled with a small amount of wine and gulped it down."Then let's meet at the

"Is everything okay?"Marra put on her helmet and turned around, and the question had come from Luke, who had just put a few boxes of pizza in the large box on his employee's computer. Because she didn't answer–Luke also looked intensely at the girl in the pink jacket."Why? Are you quiet? How are you doing at work? I mean, it's been a few nights at 24Night," Luke said again. He was known to be an attentive and loyal boss."Oh, that, everything's fine.""Matthew's not giving you any trouble, is he?"Marra shook her head. "Not at all. I've been there three nights, he's a professional man, and his girlfriend is very friendly.""Lover?" Luke thought. "Ah, you mean Celine?""Right, we had some interaction. She's so beautiful." Marra smiled. "Well then, I'm going to deliver all those pizzas now. The sky is ready to cry again." The two of them looked up-discovering that the sky this afternoon was indeed starting to become unfriendly, already gray, and soon it might be joking at will."Be ca

It was a good thing Jose had a spare key to Racher Art's main door. Otherwise, he would have had to wait for his boss to open the door even though his hands were swollen from knocking and pressing the bell repeatedly, but the owner never came out, even though Jose had called his cell phone dozens of times. Denis's baby–like mood returned, and Jose thought he could guess why. The man walked up the stairs to Denis' room, and he didn't need to knock again to find his friend's body because the rectangular object that separated the room and the outside had been wide open since Jose arrived. A distinctive aroma wafted from inside the room. Several beer cans were lying on the floor beside the bed. When Jose checked one by one, there was only a whole can of beer left, but it had also been opened. Denis's ammunition from last night–after coming home from 24Night, the man was still lying on his big bed without a T-shirt on, but others wouldn't be able to see Denis's biceps if the body had vari

"Where have you been? Why is it so hard to find you these days? Even if your cell phone is hard to reach, you can only when you're at 24Night. Unfortunately, I can't get close because you're with another woman." The complaint came from Emily, a woman who had only known Denis for a few days after accompanying her close friend to get a tattoo at Racher Art. Emily was the next woman ready to heat Denis' bed."Ah, I've been a little busy outside these days, sorry." That man did something that no one else knew, not even Jose, and he could go from noon to evening with the excuse of meeting someone.Even when meeting women, they came to Denis without being sought out. Jose couldn't get a feel for what Denis was doing out there. He was also busy with his work at Racher Art."Really? Or do you have a date with someone else?" Emily was still protesting, following Denis from the side of her car until she entered Racher Art and sat on the sofa.Denis just nodded. He took a pack of cigarettes from

It was uncharacteristic of Marra to have trouble focusing on her work while mastering the turntables, people were still moving their bodies on the dance floor and enjoying the music Marra was playing, but the girl couldn't be as expressive as usual. Marra rarely smiled. She looked tense and several times looked to the corner of the room–where Denis was, the man's black irises also kept watching her despite the many humans around–as if Marra was the only one with the right to control Denis's line of sight.Ever since they parted ways in the hospital hallway, Marra had been unable to get Denis out of her mind, the man's voice ringing in her head freely, even louder with a high pitch than the music Marra was now listening to for the audience.Damn it, this is more complicated than anything, Denis' offer is tempting, but the consequences Marra has to accept are also a consideration. The request is too heavy, like Marra is obliged to jump over the glass board from one to another while gues