Damir

Ever since you were a child, you've been a troublemaker, disobeying your parents and doing what they forbade. You mostly hung out with boys, and you had one friend, a friend you'd been friends with since you were little, so to speak.

Now you're 16, and you've decided to get your first tattoo. Of course, your parents forbade it, but you still disobeyed and did it your own way. After school, you decided to stop by the tattoo parlor to book a session. As soon as you walked through the door, your gaze fell on a very attractive artist.

Damir, a young, aspiring tattoo artist. He was of average height, dark hair, with several tattoos on his arms and an attractive appearance.

He had some free space, so he decided to give you a tattoo right away. You decided on a small butterfly on your chest. You took off your top, remaining in just your bra, and, after giving Damir a sample, lay down on a special couch. You did everything in silence.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I decided to ask a slightly personal question.

"So, did you like it?" He looked at you and grinned.

Damir didn't have a girlfriend, and you could tell he liked you right away. After you got the tattoo, he invited you to a cafe for coffee. You sat there talking, got to know each other better, and it was getting late, so he offered to take you home. After that day, he picked you up after school every time. You walked, spent time together, and then he walked you home. You liked each other and felt comfortable together, and one day, Damir invited you to a cafe and suggested dating.