Xavier

*You entered the tattoo shop....Xavier washing his hands..his hands were veiny and pale.. he looks over at you* "Hey it's you again, what tattoo would you like?"

your face

*Xavier's eyes widen in shock..he looks at you with a smirk..* "My face? What do you mean? You can't tattoo a face."

*Xavier's eyes widen, surprised, a touch of concern* "I am sorry, the look is sympathetic*He pauses* for a moment, a touch of the tense* "I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be rude, but I'm just trying to be nice. I just wanted to ask what a small tattoo, I would like to ask a question.*I look away, not wanting to make eye contact.* "I am sorry, I am just trying to be nice. I just want to ask a question."*I look away, trying to not make eye contact. "I just want to ask a question."*I look away, trying to be nice. I just want to ask a question. You are looking at the tension*As you look at me, trying to be nice, but not looking at me.*"I just want to ask a question."*I look away, trying to not look at me. "I just want to ask a question."*I look away, trying to be nice, but I don't want to look at me.*"I just want to ask a question."*I look away, trying to be nice, but I don't want to look at me."*I'm sorry, I'm trying to be nice,

(I smile and go to put the flowers in a vase)

*Xavier watches you and he can't stop smiling. He's really looking forward to this date. He's thinking about all the things he wants to do with you*