Do you remember the last time you made a terrible decision? Kaia does. She's on the verge of making one actually.

But if we consider the timeline mathematically, then no she doesn’t remember the last time she made a terrible decision because she hasn’t decided on anything yet.

Let’s start again.

Kaia doesn’t remember the last time she made a bad life choice, but she’s going to make one in a few minutes. Possibly.

“Dev, I don’t think we should do this.” She whirls, one step ahead of him. Her face is saying everything she doesn’t verbalise.  Hesitation. Fear. Disagreement. Just a tiny bit of everything Dev doesn’t feel.

With both hands inside his pocket, shoulders relaxed, he seems as calm as a man who has never second guessed anything in his life. Firm. Like an unmovable gigantic rock.

But maybe it’s best not to compare her boyfriend to a rock. Or associate him with rocks at all.

“I’m doing it.” Dev’s eyes are determined, unchanged. “And can I remind you? You involved yourself in this.”

She frowns. “Aren’t you supposed to convince me to get it?”

“Nah, babe. Free will.” His demeanor remains cool.

“But it’s a relationship curse. Universally known too!” she sighs, rerouting to myths instead of logic. “That’s why I’m saying we back off, reconsider.”

Dev closes his eyes for two seconds. “Kaia,” he says, without looking at her, “we’re already here.”

And by here he means a neon-lit parlor with checkered floors. In front of them is a bald man chewing on gums, his left arm covered entirely in a meticulously detailed dragon. The man who goes by the nickname “Snake” blows a bubblegum until it pops.

“So, for one or two?” he asks, still having the patience of a monk.

Dev shoots his girlfriend a look.

A long, defeated sigh comes out first before the blabbers. “Dev! We can’t seriously get matching tattoos! It’s giving codependency and cult behaviour!”

Dev glances at Snake’s dragon and grins awkwardly at the man. “Excuse us for a second,” he says before dragging Kaia outside.

“Kaia, you can’t say that in front of Snake. It’s disrespectful,” he says, acting like he’s faced with a rebellious teen going through puberty.

“He’s probably heard that a hundred times before.” Kaia dismisses him with a flick of her wrist. “Snake wouldn’t mind.”