Pretty Little Lady.
Austin, Austin Carlile.
LUCY.
I don't know how or why, but recently I just couldn't seem to keep my money in my bank long enough to pay all of my bills. So I decided to ask my friend, Polly, of a favour - to let me be the receptionist in her tattoo parlour. I didn’t know what else to do. So now, I’m working most days and only have enough time to shower and eat by the time I need to be at my other job at the bar – which by the way – does not pay me anywhere near enough money. The people are rude and nasty, but I’ve learned to keep my damn big mouth shut and just give the customers what they want.
I’d just love to be incredibly rich. Buy myself the prettiest clothes, the best makeup, the best of everything. And more importantly, shower everyone else I love with the best of everything too.
People say money doesn’t buy happiness, but I know that if I had more money – I for sure would be much happier. I could move out of my shitty apartment that everything seems to just break as soon as you touch it. Yep, I could move to a beautiful place with a gorgeous view of LA, big windows and a balcony and an en-suite and a perfect kitchen and –
“Lucy!” Polly laughed, distracting me from my dreamworld.
“Sorry, I was away with the fairies I guess…” I blushed, “What do you need?”
“I have a client coming in for a tattoo in about ten minutes but I need to leave right now, could you tell them I’ll literally be back in half an hour and give them this,” She said, handing me her sketchbook. “I’ve put my pencil in the page where the sketch of his tattoo is, so he’ll easily be able to find it. Tell him to note down any changes he would like and that I’m so sorry for being late.”
“Stop stressing, I got you girl.” I said, shooing her away and taking the sketchbook. “Go, hurry up.”
“Thank you, darling. Where would I be without you?” She shouted as she made her way to the back exit.
“You’d have died of a heart attack, probably.” I muttered to myself. That girl always stresses herself out too much.
“That’s a pretty weird way to greet someone,” A deep male voice came from above me.
I jumped up, startled, “Oh, uh…” I laughed and looked up at the stranger who just about gave me a heart attack, god, he’s so pretty. “I’m sorry – I was talking to Polly.”
He laughed, his perfect teeth showing. I couldn’t help but smile back, it was incredibly contagious. “Well, in that case, you’re probably right, she does stress out too much.”
“Right?!” I laughed, “Anyway, what can I do for you?”
“I’m booked in for an appointment with Polly actually, my name is Austin. Austin Carlile.”
“Well, Austin. Austin Carlile,” I said, smiling at him, “Polly has actually had to nip out for half an hour. She told me to give you this and to note any changes and she apologises for being late.”
He playfully shook his head, “That girl is something else.”
“She sure is,” I laughed.
“Well, thank you.”
“Yeah no problem, you can sit at her station if you’d like.”
He bit back a smile and nodded, walking over to Polly’s station and sitting down. I couldn’t help but let my eyes follow as he sat down. He was so… different.
His hair was dark brown and it was cut quite short, the front of it being up in a sort of quiff. His smile was contagious, like I’ve said. His eyes showed so much emotion in them and I could tell he’d been through a lot in his life. He was incredibly slim and was also incredibly tall. I swear it looked like his legs went on for days. His skin was littered with tattoos and I couldn’t help but notice one that read “Mom” in a scroll surrounding a heart – I’m not talking about the stupid love hearts we all draw when we have a crush on someone when we’re like 8 years old, I mean like a human heart. And I felt a pang in my chest right at that moment, thinking his mom must not be here anymore, and that’s when I felt myself get emotional over my own mom – who died when I was 17. I am now twenty two – and I can say it doesn’t get any easier.
I decided that I had to know more about Austin, he intrigued me, that was for sure. But there was something so… comforting about him.
So that’s what I did. I got to know him. And boy, am I glad I did. But, we’ll get to that later...
I don't know how or why, but recently I just couldn't seem to keep my money in my bank long enough to pay all of my bills. So I decided to ask my friend, Polly, of a favour - to let me be the receptionist in her tattoo parlour. I didn’t know what else to do. So now, I’m working most days and only have enough time to shower and eat by the time I need to be at my other job at the bar – which by the way – does not pay me anywhere near enough money. The people are rude and nasty, but I’ve learned to keep my damn big mouth shut and just give the customers what they want.
I’d just love to be incredibly rich. Buy myself the prettiest clothes, the best makeup, the best of everything. And more importantly, shower everyone else I love with the best of everything too.
People say money doesn’t buy happiness, but I know that if I had more money – I for sure would be much happier. I could move out of my shitty apartment that everything seems to just break as soon as you touch it. Yep, I could move to a beautiful place with a gorgeous view of LA, big windows and a balcony and an en-suite and a perfect kitchen and –
“Lucy!” Polly laughed, distracting me from my dreamworld.
“Sorry, I was away with the fairies I guess…” I blushed, “What do you need?”
“I have a client coming in for a tattoo in about ten minutes but I need to leave right now, could you tell them I’ll literally be back in half an hour and give them this,” She said, handing me her sketchbook. “I’ve put my pencil in the page where the sketch of his tattoo is, so he’ll easily be able to find it. Tell him to note down any changes he would like and that I’m so sorry for being late.”
“Stop stressing, I got you girl.” I said, shooing her away and taking the sketchbook. “Go, hurry up.”
“Thank you, darling. Where would I be without you?” She shouted as she made her way to the back exit.
“You’d have died of a heart attack, probably.” I muttered to myself. That girl always stresses herself out too much.
“That’s a pretty weird way to greet someone,” A deep male voice came from above me.
I jumped up, startled, “Oh, uh…” I laughed and looked up at the stranger who just about gave me a heart attack, god, he’s so pretty. “I’m sorry – I was talking to Polly.”
He laughed, his perfect teeth showing. I couldn’t help but smile back, it was incredibly contagious. “Well, in that case, you’re probably right, she does stress out too much.”
“Right?!” I laughed, “Anyway, what can I do for you?”
“I’m booked in for an appointment with Polly actually, my name is Austin. Austin Carlile.”
“Well, Austin. Austin Carlile,” I said, smiling at him, “Polly has actually had to nip out for half an hour. She told me to give you this and to note any changes and she apologises for being late.”
He playfully shook his head, “That girl is something else.”
“She sure is,” I laughed.
“Well, thank you.”
“Yeah no problem, you can sit at her station if you’d like.”
He bit back a smile and nodded, walking over to Polly’s station and sitting down. I couldn’t help but let my eyes follow as he sat down. He was so… different.
His hair was dark brown and it was cut quite short, the front of it being up in a sort of quiff. His smile was contagious, like I’ve said. His eyes showed so much emotion in them and I could tell he’d been through a lot in his life. He was incredibly slim and was also incredibly tall. I swear it looked like his legs went on for days. His skin was littered with tattoos and I couldn’t help but notice one that read “Mom” in a scroll surrounding a heart – I’m not talking about the stupid love hearts we all draw when we have a crush on someone when we’re like 8 years old, I mean like a human heart. And I felt a pang in my chest right at that moment, thinking his mom must not be here anymore, and that’s when I felt myself get emotional over my own mom – who died when I was 17. I am now twenty two – and I can say it doesn’t get any easier.
I decided that I had to know more about Austin, he intrigued me, that was for sure. But there was something so… comforting about him.
So that’s what I did. I got to know him. And boy, am I glad I did. But, we’ll get to that later...
Notes
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