She Read My Eyes, My Inner Feelings, How Did She Know?

I went to lunch with my boss, the owner of the company. The cashier was young, with many tattoos, one of them on her hand, the name of a man. I had to ask her if it was her boyfriend. She laughed, 'is he your boyfriend?' Pointing at my boss, 'or does he own you?' 'I can see it in your eyes'.

We sat at a table and the cashier came to our table, she pointed to a man 'he owns me', and pointing to my boss 'he owns you'. 'See, we are the same'. My boss asked me what she was talking about? I kept quiet.

I often ask myself if I would wear a tattoo with his name.