We Always Knew

Delaney absent-mindedly took Brian's hand and led him to the back room. She wasn't worried about what the gesture would mean to him. As they closed in on the break room, she could feel his arm's tense up.
When Harry had revealed the break room to Delaney, she burst out in a fit of laughter. The break room wasn't much of a break room in Delaney's opinion. Paralleled to the one back in L.A, it was a sorry excuse. The break room detained a bar table, a beaten up dart board, and a lonely sofa that was a little too firm for her taste. The walls were an ashy green that resembled what Delaney could find in a public restroom at the mall. The baseboards had been stripped in Harry's attempt to open up the room.

"I read it in a Rachel Ray article," Harry had said.

Delaney ransacked her purse, allowing Brian to drop his hands to the side. Brian saw her bag and couldn't help but think that it looked like wallpaper he would see in a dressing room. Of course, he kept that remark to himself.
It was mute, besides the buzzing penetrating through the walls that Harry was creating because he was tattooing someone. Brian wondered if Delaney was mad at him. Or was she just focused on finding the Tylenol? After she had transferred half of her belongings onto the floor, she finally found the Tylenol.

"AHA!" Delaney whipped the Tylenol container above her head in excitement, "You're lucky, there are only two left."

Brian swallowed them both without the aid of water. He noticed that she looked uncomfortable standing there in the silence.

"Are you okay?" Brian asked.

"I'm alright. It's just, I had Harry give me a tattoo and it's itching. I drew it last night," she pulled up her sleeve a little to show him. Brian leaned in to get a better look. A smile spread across Brian's face, "I love your smile."

"DUDE! This is insane, but lame at the same time. Why would you get such a normal seeming tattoo? It doesnt match with your others." Brian said. Right on her wrist was a monster tattoo.

"if you were in my head, it would all seem a little cliche'," Delaney elaborated.

"What is cliche' about it?" Brian questioned.

"You know the saying 'wear your heart on your sleeve'? Well, there was no way in hell that I was getting a simple heart done on my wrist. I saw that most of your tattoo's were monsters and I drew this thinking about you. I knew I had to get it done immediately. But anyways, the saying is more like 'wear your monster on your sleeve' now." Brian nodded. Delaney hoped she hadn't said too much, or made it awkward for him. Brian pulled her into a hug, praying to God that she didn't puke again.
Delaney was overwhelmed with the scent of Brian's cologne that was intoxicating. She couldn't help but feel as if this is where she belonged. Brian hoisted Delaney up onto the bar table and she draped her legs around his waist. Suddenly, they were passionately kissing each other.

A knock on the door disturbed them. It was Matt.

"Hey, why are you two taking so long?" Matt said.

Brain backed away and shook his head. He seemed disheveled.

"Her bag is fucking massive and she had to take out all her shit."