"Lucas Hayes…" Dylan muttered under his breath as he watched him.
The two of them stood there, waiting for the lady. Dylan's eyes wandered around, watching people pass by… groups chatting, some laughing, others rushing off to lectures. There was nothing much to do until Lucas decided to strike up a conversation.
"So…" Lucas began, rubbing the back of his neck slightly, "I've been meaning to get a tattoo. Where did you get yours from? The person did a great job."
Dylan glanced at him, then at his own hand briefly before replying, "Except you're ready to spend extra cash and fly to Korea, you won't be able to find where I got it done here in L.A."
"I noticed your surname but didn't think much of it… so, you're from Korea?" Lucas asked, his gaze lingering on Dylan a bit longer than necessary.
Dylan tilted his head slightly. "No… well, not really. I'm more American than Korean."
Even as he said it, it sounded a bit strange in his own head, but it was the truth.
