Stacey giggled at Romeo's enthusiasm, glancing over his shoulder at the book he'd chosen. She'd done all the sketches, though some were old enough that she barely recalled them.
Grinning at his compliments, she laughed at his teasing tone, not at all bothered by the physical closeness. "That's how most people are," she commented, because she'd seen a number of individuals who were nervous about the first tattoo, and then just kept coming back for more ink. "I started thinking about by first tattoo when I was only seven."