Pulling the covers farther over her head, Evelyn prayed, even pleaded, that Joe wasn’t like all the other guys she had dated. The other guys, you know, the sleep over then ditch guys. Inviting the guy over was always Evelyn’s test of the relationship, but when Evelyn peeked over her red down comforter the next morning, she breathed a huge sigh of relief which caused Joe to stir in his peaceful sleep. With slow flutters, Joe’s eyes breathed to life and his long eyelashes lifted to look in Evelyn’s direction, “Morning.” he muttered. The word stirred Evelyn’s already complicated emotions but she smiled anyway. She pushed the down comforter off her stomach and drifted over towards Joe’s shirtless torso. She kissed him on the bare shoulder, something she had done once thought of doing before. The simple action only caused Evelyn to become more aware of what their relationship had become. Suddenly, Joe sighed before he caught sight of her white tank top carving her figure in the sunlight, noticing something dark on the outer crease of her elbow. “What’s what?” he asked as his fingers darted towards her skin, pointing out her drawing. Evelyn hadn’t remembered what was there, nor did she totally forget, but the story behind it always reminded her to smile, “When I turned eighteen, my parents told me that I could travel to three places outside of the US. I chose Greece, Nice and Rio, and ever since then I’ve had the hunger to travel somewhere else but never had the chance to, so I have this tattoo to remind me that there’s so much more of the world to explore and so little time to do so.” Joe nodded soaking in her information, prodding her with reluctant topaz eyes. Evelyn sighed hoping he wasn’t confused, but then watched a sweet grin draw on his face, “That’s just like me.” he said. “Oh?” Evelyn questioned, feeling Joe’s touch sprawl over her arm. Joe nodded as he drew a soft heart with his finger over her airplane tattoo, “Touring everywhere is fun but there’s rarely any downtime. I’ve been everywhere but China and I don’t remember anything from it cause all I did was play music.” Evelyn watched regret flash on Joe’s eyes, and for a moment she felt bad for him. Flickering her eyes at her tattoo, she smiled, “Well maybe you can meet me in Paris one day. We’ll see the Eiffel Tower and Big Ben together sipping on French coffee and eat some croissants.” Joe let out a soft putter of a laugh and nodded, “That’s definitely a deal. I’m keeping you on that.” Evelyn silently revealed her smile to Joe and watched as slowly pulled her arm and pressed a simple kiss to her dark memory on her skin.