He gave me an umbrella.
I gave him ink poisoning.

He sat down behind me and tapped on my shoulder.
He handed me some pens and I looked up tattoo designs.
I smiled as I worked and he did too.
I finished the design at the end of the day, but when I finished it we smiled for a different reason.
As I went to draw on his hand in the middle of the day he held his fingers around my wrist and gently rubbed them back and forth.
As I thought it was a mistake I moved and continued the design.
I thought he was messing with me but he continued to linger on my skin.
At one point we were holding the others hand as loose as rope but as hard as a bolder.
I looked at him and smiled when he wasn't looking, I'm sure I was red as a cherry.
He looked up and I looked away.
someone might of seen but we played it off as I continuously drew spiders on his hand.
Later that day it was raining and he was walking home.
He gave me his umbrella, he said he didn't want it.
I still have it.

Later when I asked him why
He said "because I wanted to"
"I care about you"
I said "I care about you too"
And I meant it.
He gave me his umbrella.
I may of given him ink poisoning.