Three Sentence Ficathon

“Is that a tattoo?” Gu Nanting asked, reaching out to hold Cheng Xiao in place as he ran a finger over the airplane on the side of her torso.

Cheng Xiao shrugged. “I got it after I got my pilot’s license. It was a little silly bit of rebellion against my mother, to be honest, knowing she'd hate the tattoo probably almost as much as she hated me being a pilot.” She paused, and added, “You didn’t notice it last night?”

“I was a little distracted last night, in case you didn’t notice.”

To this reply, Cheng Xiao only laughed in delight.