The door bell rings, giving Harper’s stomach a rush of butterflies. She takes a deep breath and tells herself to play it cool. Little does she know Shane has her own case of nerves happening.

Harper opens the door and smiles at Shane standing there in all her androgynous beauty. Black pants, white oxford, striped tie and that amazing smile.

“Hi!” Harper says.

“Hi!” Shane says peeking through her bangs.

“Come on in.” She moves to a nearby table to grab her money and keys.

Shane eyes the ***** beauty. Harper squats down to pick up some change that drops to the floor. As she does this the tattoo on her lower back is revealed. Shane’s noticed Harper’s tattoos before but for some reason they didn’t fully register.

“What’s that tattoo?” Shane asks staring at it.

Harper realizes it’s revealed and hopes she isn’t flashing her ***** crack too. “Oh, that’s my families crest.” She says standing up.

“Can I see it?” Shane asks.

“Yeah sure.” Harper says turning her back to Shane again and lifting her shirt and blazer up.

Shane steps closer and leans down to get a closer look. She starts to reach out to touch it, but stops herself. “That’s really cool.”

“Thanks.” Harper smiles at her and lets her clothing fall back into place.

“What kind of crest is it?” Shane doesn’t know exactly how to word it.

“It’s Scottish. My Uncle sent everyone our genealogy and I learned a lot about my family history. That’s when I saw what our family crest looked like and I thought it was really cool. So off I went to the tattoo parlor.” Harper smiles at Shane.