Yolanda pulled a face at his declaration of love laced with half eaten pizza. He really was an idiot but, admittedly, endearing. She opted to sit down on the floor this time, cross legged and relaxed. 

She shrugged. "Nothing, really. I usually hang out by the tattoo parlor on Jeffeson Street. I always think, today is the day I'll get another tattoo, but I'm indecisive about what to get and where to get it."