We are sitting having tea with Gilbert. "I am glad you made a new friend, Coraline." He says as he points his tea cup to Charlie. "We met in the elevator." He says with a smirk. Gilbert gives a little smile as well. "So, came to get a new tattoo?" He asks as be takes a sip from his tea. "Oh no. It is Charlie. He wants a tattoo." I say. "Well, have you ever got a tattoo before?" He asks. He's not looking at us. He's looking at his tea cup. This is Gilbert. He never looks at you while talking. There is always something on his mind. "No." Charlie says as he puts the empty tea cup on the table beside him. There is a good smell of herbs in the room. It is relaxing. "Well, it hurts. Ask Coraline." He says. He looks at me. I nod at him while struggling my arms. He gulps. "What is it? The tattoo? What do you want it to be?" Gilbert asks as he gets up and grab the teapot. He sits back while pouring himself more. "Ever tasted tea with whiskey?" He asks while taking a sip from the cup he just poured. I smirk at the cup. I know we just did. "No." Charlie says with a lot of confusion in his voice. "Well, you just did." Gilbert says as he looks at us as well. Charlie looks at me. With a look of what the fuck. I just keep on smirking. "I am thinking a bear." Gilbert says as he pulls on two plastic gloves. "Well, I was thinking a tiger." Charlie says. "No, A bear it is." Gilbert says as he sits back on the chair. "What about a dove, Gilbert?" I ask. Well. I didn't choose my tattoo. It is Gilbert. He thought that a crow would fit me the most. And I think he's right. "A dove huh?" Gilbert asks. Charlie looks at me with a smile. "Well, I will do him a dove. If you also drawn a dove." Gilbert says. "I can't do a dove." I say. "Then a bear it is." Gilbert says as he picks up the needle. Charlie looks at me with a pleasing look. I sight. "Fine." I say with another sight. Gilbert smirks softly with a nod. "Take off your shirt." Gilbert asks Charlie. Charlie nods and takes off his sweater then unbuttons his shirt. His strong abs appears as he finishes unbuttoning all the buttons. Then his more traced and strong arms appear as he takes off his shirt. I try to stop myself from staring. It is actually too hard. "Here is good." Gilbert says as he points to the top of his left collarbone. Charlie nods as Gilbert grabs hold of the needle and takes it close up to Charlie's skin. He gives a flinch as the needle touches his skin. I hardly remember what it felt like. As the needle touches your skin. I know it probably hurts. But, when I was having that crow drawn I was drunk. Pretty drunk actually. I don't usually like the liquors taste in my throat. It burns and it tastes like shit. But, I drink from time to time to stop the thoughts from flooding. I hate to remember how the doctor came out of the room with a sad face, telling us that my father is gone. That I will never see him ever again. Or talk to him. I really do miss him. My father never made me feel bad about anything. He always liked my opinion in anything. He told me to follow my guts. Whatever I felt was true. He always did it that way. Followed his heart. His guts. That's how he married my mother and how he got me. "Coraline?" I feel Charlie's hands touch my shoulder as I get snatched from my thoughts. "Yeah?" I say as I look at him. I notice the finished tattoo resting upon the top of his collarbone. There is a typing as well. I stand up close to read it. His scent fills up my nose mixed up with a strong men's perfume. "No Peace, huh?" I say as I walk up to Gilbert. "It is an answer, isn't it?" I ask him. His arms struggle as he seats me down. This is how Gilbert acts most of the time. Mysterious. I like it. "Come on take it off." He says as he points at my sweater. God, I don't wanna get undressed in front of Charlie. Last thing I wanna do right now. I take off my sweater with a sight. "Right.. here." He says as he points under my left breast. Right by the side. By the tracing of my black bra. I nod. I can't say no. No one says no to Gilbert. Ever. I feel the touch of the needle as it goes into my skin to insert the ink. It stings. Hard. I just close my eyes. I open them again. The pain is more obvious this time. I look at Charlie. Whose buttoning up his shirt. He gives me a sweet smile and a thumbs up, which makes me smile eventually.

I am staring at the tattoo Gilbert finished at the mirror that's resting at the corner of the room we are in. It is a dove. Just like Charlie's. The words are different. He wrote " War?". It is a question. I know now that the answer that's resting upon Charlie's skin is mine. My question's answer. I smile as I pull on my sweater. "Thank you, Gilbert." I say as we hug. "Happy to serve you always, Coraline. It is on me this time." He says with a wink as we pull back from the hug. I smile cause I know that last time was also on him. We walk outside to Betty. Who is flirting with another customer. As she sees us, she walks to get us our coats. "Thanks." Charlie says as we pull on our coats. We walk back outside into Miami's cold crowded winter streets. "Can I get you some lunch?" He asks smiling. I can't help but nod at him. Not only because I have absolutely nothing to eat back home. But, because I like spending time with him. More than anything.