A Late Night Visitor

"Miss Boss?" Ayse pivoted, turning to face the bed while still on one knee. "... If there's a problem, then you should speak up and tell me." 

Aegri's focus was broken when his back was turned away. But even if that back tattoo was pulled away from her eyes, it was still posted in her mind. 

Under the dimmed lights of the luxurious bedroom. Emphasized by the multi-colored haze of the dymension peeking out from the balcony curtains… A few of Ayse's subtle, lackluster words replayed in Aegri's head thanks to his little story at the dinner table. 

She had forgotten all about that tattoo and had never given it any weight. However, it was getting hard to deny how heavy the tattoo now felt, as the image alone anchored some of Aegri's wandering thoughts.

"Miss Boss, do I need to get you anything?"