I recently wanted a new tattoo. I quickly found a master and signed up for it.Day X came and I woke up in a great mood. I had a delicious breakfast, took a shower and went to the tattoo studio full of energy. I was greeted joyfully, treated to tea and a pie. It was so sweet. And so the master drew a sketch on my leg. I was already shocked by how beautiful it is. We started making it. After a while I got a little cold and he covered me with a blanket. It was so beautiful, I’m warm, I’m drinking hot tea and a handsome guy at my feet. What else could you dream about? The tattoo process itself was a little painful, but I, like Jeanne Dark, was brave and strong. And so we ended the session. The tattoo on my leg was very beautiful, I was very happy and glad. We wrapped up the tattoo and then this tattoo artist invited me to have coffee with him. Naturally, I did not refuse. How can you refuse when a handsome guy calls to have coffee with him? No way. And we went to a cafe. We bought coffee. I bought myself an orange raf as I like and a cheesecake with white chocolate and strawberries. And he bought himself an Americano and a doughnut. We sat, drank coffee, chatted. He watched me eat cheesecake and smiled. I didn’t understand why he was smiling, and then he removed the melted piece of chocolate from my nose. And I, too, began to smile and be embarrassed, and blushed a little more. We sat there for half an hour chatting about life. I called a taxi because it was raining. And when the car pulled up, we went to her. But it was raining outside, he took off his jacket and began to cover me with it from the rain while I was walking to the taxi. And here I am already in a taxi, looking at him, and he is already slightly wet and looking at me. It was so sweet and charming. I was leaving in a taxi, and he was standing in the rain and looking after me. It was like I was in a romantic movie
