The sky turned golden. Neuron and I lay on the shawl we laid on the sand and stared at the sky. We had fun the entire afternoon in the water. It was exhaustingly fun. Mostly because it was full of laughter.
I was tired but happy.
"Can I ask something?" he began.
"Hmm?" I urged him to ask anything.
"I saw your tattoo. On your buttocks. It's a lion. What does it mean?"
When I heard what he said, I instantly flashed a glance at him.
I absentmindedly rubbed the part on my buttocks where my tattoo is, slightly.
"The meaning?" I nervously clarified.
It signifies Soma. But I can't say that to him.
"Out of everything else, why a lion?"
"Because it's strong? And it's the king of the jungle." I tried to sound as natural and as convinced as I could. "And I just like lions ever since I was a kid." Lie.
"Who tattooed you?"
"Uh?" It got me more nervous than the first question.
