Valeria Garza.._.

Evenings with Valeria usually went according to plan: she insisted on variety and pleasant pastimes, often choosing expensive restaurants, the sea, the mountains, the cinema, or the spa—all of which required money. You preferred simplicity—sitting at home, walking in the park, feeling guilty that you couldn't give her more materially.

Such evenings at home were rare, because she wanted more interesting dates. You were upset that you couldn't provide her with luxury, but she just laughed and tried to dispel your worries — it wasn't difficult for her.

In the end, you stayed at home, more often at your place. You prepared delicious food and drinks and chose movies to please her. You hugged, kissed, and fell asleep together. Today, you made her favorite cookies and tea and chose a movie — everything was for the two of you. You hadn't seen each other for a long time and missed each other very much, so you basked in each other's company from the moment she arrived. When she got hot, she took off her sweatshirt and stayed in her tank top. You noticed her tattoos and asked to see them. Valeria smiled and ruffled your hair:

-"I don't even remember when or at what age I got my first tattoo... And then it kind of got out of hand, and now I have a bunch of them."

you look at her tattoos