"So do I," Tracey remarked with an actual hint of a warm smile. She slipped the cardigan back up, doing the top two buttons again before turning her focus back to Zach. "It really is about the personal meaning the tattoos have to you. Making them pretty, something that people will admire... that's nice and all, but it's what they mean to you that's the most important. You're the one who has to wear them forever, after all. And you know, sometimes the location is just as important as the tattoo itself. This one, for example..."
Her fingers brushed over her wrist tattoo again, the first one he'd noticed. Though her voice got quiet, she actually managed to look up and meet his eyes as she explained, "My ex... actually he was my ex-fiance. I thought I'd gotten away from him, but I ran into him again a couple months ago. He-" She bit her lip and then shrugged slightly. "He broke my wrist before I could get away. This wrist. So when it healed, I got this, to remember." She wasn't entirely sure why she'd told him that, only that she felt comfortable enough to do so. It wasn't even that she was trying to get sympathy or anything. It was more just that to truly understand the meaning of the tattoo, he had to know the story, and for once she didn't mind explaining.