once again (Damon!)

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"Hey, Rox. New tattoo?" the teenager was greeted by the host of Nota Bene. She never spoke to him outside of this place, but she had gotten to know him quite well in her monthly visits here. He was not too much older than her. He was also the only guy in this place that wasn't a total snob to her. She figured it was because he had a tattoo on the back of his shoulder, though it was never shown. He once showed her, when she had been sitting there for two hours, waiting on her father. He had gotten off work, but had stuck around to talk to her. That was two months ago.

Roxxie blushed a little when he mentioned the new tattoo. It was true, she did have a new tattoo, a pretty big one at that. The small tattoos on her arm had accumulated over the past few months. She had worn long sleeves when she met with him, too, so he wouldn't know just yet. But this time, she had one across her chest. It was just as well; he might as well find out. It wasn't like he ever knew about anything else in her life. It wasn't anything she moped about. All of her life, she had been the other kid. By definition, she wasn't supposed to get as much attention as the others. She wasn't too bothered by it, though. In a way she had a pretty romantic life. She had the workaholic mother and the estranged father she adored from afar and shared dinner with once a month.

With a chuckle, Rox looked up at the older guy. "Yeah, I did. Thanks to child support checks. I'm surprised you even noticed. I think I have enough stuff on my body that nobody even realizes when I do anything new anymore" she said with a shrug.

"Well, I noticed."

yes, you did. She looked down, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush that rose on her cheeks. Pushing her blond streak behind her ear, she looked back up, fighting the ridiculous smile plastered on her face. "Speaking of noticing things...is he here yet?" she asked, tilting her head.

"No, he hasn't. Do you want me to seat you?"

She sighed and nodded. She should have known better. She couldn't remember a time that he was ever on time or early for anything in her life. As she followed him to their usual booth. Ordering a Shirley Temple, Roxxie pulled out her phone and played a game on it, sipping on her drink as she waited for her father.