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Delia didn’t really spend a lot of time around books. Or she tried not to spend too much time. She remembered her mother telling her it “wouldn’t hurt to hang around a bookstore every now and then,” but Delia wasn’t desperate. She wanted it to happen naturally, not force it. She didn’t want to meet her soulmate because she was just waiting around for them, where was the fun in that? Delia was a girl that liked surprises.
However, that didn’t stop her from looking down at the writing on her arm from time to time. She was a bit of a romantic, though she might not admit it. She’d trace her fingertips over the neat, cursive letters that rested just above her elbow and smile. They must be nice, whoever they were. And, she assumed, tall as well.
Here, let me put my height to good use. This book?
Delia must have read it a thousand times.
Trixie sat next to her on the bed, handing her a drink. “So Patsy, we’ve been friends a while haven’t we?”
Patsy raised an eyebrow, “Yes…” she took a careful sip of her whisky “We have.” She noticed Trixie’s expression and her eyes narrowed. She knew where this was going. “You have that look” She pointed a finger at Trixie’s face.
Trixie’s eyes widened, surprised Patsy had caught on so quickly. “What look? I don’t have a look.” She was trying, and failing, to keep a neutral expression.
Patsy tilted her head skeptically, “Oh yes, you do. It’s that one you get when you’re about to say something you know I won’t like.”
Trixie let out a laugh, admitting her guilt. When she looked back at Patsy her eyes were gleaming with mischief, “I can assure you I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She shifted closer to Patsy, her tone becoming a bit more serious. “But, I was just wondering… Why don’t you tell me what it says?” Trixie’s face was full of curiosity, but also concern. She wasn’t trying to be nosey, but she had been friends, and roommates, with Patsy for over a year, and she never knew what Patsy’s mark said. She assumed it had to be embarrassing because it was always covered, but Trixie’s curiosity was getting the best of her. And now she just had to know.
Patsy let out a sigh. What did she have to lose? She might as well just tell Trixie the truth, face the embarrassment head on. Patsy was a modest woman. There wasn’t really anything wrong with her words, they were just so bold. Some people had beautiful poetic words on their skin, or something simple and sweet, like Trixie. But not Patsy. Her soulmate was a bit more… forward. “Well,” she let out a sigh. No going back. “I suppose you can see it.”
“Really?” Trixie squealed in excitement as Patsy began to roll up the sleeve on her right arm. She was going to regret this.
“Trixie,” Patsy could feel herself starting to blush, “You have to promise not to laugh, alright?”
Trixie held up her right hand, “I promise. Though I doubt it’s really that bad” Patsy turned her arm towards Trixie, and revealed the loopy words written there. There was a moment of silence, and Patsy felt the heat on her neck.
Trixie let out a snort. “Oh my goodness.” She struggled to suppress a laugh,”I’m sorry, I promised, but whoever it is is quite the charmer.”
Patsy wouldn’t admit it, but she thought so too.