Summary: After a nasty break up with your ex-boyfriend, you move to Brooklyn to start over. Your best friends want to give you a makeover, so why not start off with a tattoo?
Warnings: Language, mentions of cheating, eventual smut
Author’s Note: So this is my first time writing a series with a with a Hispanic/Latina reader and I’m kind of basing her off my nationality (I’m Colombian) and I’m really excited to see where this series goes. And a special thanks to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for taking the time and making me this sweet edit!
PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. IT’S FUCKING RUDE
The wooden boardwalk blurred below you as you felt a strong surge of adrenaline. The steady thump of your footsteps mixed with the loud music echoed in your ears and felt a bead of sweat roll down your forehead.
“Come on.” you huffed out as you continued jogging across the Brooklyn Bridge, the cars and trucks whipping past you, pushing yourself to your limit before finally crossing into Manhattan when suddenly, your phone rang. You stopped by the entrance of the bridge and checked your watch that also worked as a phone, seeing that it was one of your best friends, Natasha.
“Nat, what’s up?” you answered out of breath, jogging in place to keep your heart rate up.
“Are you okay?” She asked in concern.
“Yeah, I was just jogging.” you assured her, “So what’s up?”
“I’m with Wanda right now and we were wondering if you wanted to go out for brunch?”
“Right now?”
“Yeah, we’re on our way to Lighthouse.”
“Okay, I’ll just go home, change and meet you there.”
“Alright cool,” Nat replied, “See you soon.”
You pressed the hang up button on your watch and took off, running for a mile back to Brooklyn.
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