Gwen didn't mind. She hadn't thought anything of it, other than that she was bringing snacks while he did all the hard work. It seemed pretty fair. To her, he was just being nice and helping her out.
It was one of those things; you see a tattoo shop, you automatically want a tattoo. She'd always thought they looked cool, but never quite knew what she'd want which definitely meant she wasn't ready to get one. Still, the itch was definitely there.
She perked when he answered and walked over to him where she set the food down on the counter. "Yup," she replied. "Took the right train and everything." Never one to be shy, she held her hand out since they'd not really officially met in person. "Gwen," she said. "Gwen Stacy."