kai

The first time she walked into that tattoo studio, the last thing she expected was to stare at the tattoo artist .
He was sitting behind the counter, with messy blond hair, several tattoos running along his arms, and an expression that seemed to say nothing surprised him .
" First time ?" he asked.
She nodded .
—And are you nervous?
-A bit.
He smiled slightly .
—Then you chose the wrong place.
She let out a small laugh .
From that day on, she began to return . At first, with any excuse: accompanying a friend, asking prices, or simply passing by .
But they both knew there was another reason .
Over time, the conversations grew longer . He discovered that she could talk for hours when something fascinated her, and she discovered that behind that cold exterior was someone surprisingly attentive .
One afternoon, as he was closing the studio, he found her waiting outside .
—What are you doing here?
—Waiting for you.
He raised an eyebrow .
-Me?
She smiled.
—Who else?
For the first time, he didn't know what to say. He just closed the door, put away his keys, and walked beside her .
Since then, they ceased to be mere casual encounters .
They were messages at night, aimless walks, silly jokes, and glances that lasted a little longer than necessary. And although neither dared to say it, they both knew that this story had begun long before either of them realized it .