Zach loved tattoos. Sadly, he didn't have any yet, as he hadn't chosen what tattoo he wanted. He had various ideas, including that he knew he wanted some text ones. And something not words as well, images. Image, something. But nothing had felt just right yet. "It sounds pretty," Zach smiled, "I want a tattoo, once I have the right design." He hadn't bothered telling most people. Tattoos were very personal.