OLIVIA
Today is a busy day for me in my tattoo studio. I found myself surrounded by my loyal clients, all of them men who had become more like friends over time. We laughed and joked, creating a comfortable atmosphere as I focused on their tattoos. They knew me well, including the fact that I was single.
Amidst the banter and ink-filled air, one of my clients curiously asked, "Hey, Liv, do you have a mate?"
Before I could respond, another client interjected with a mischievous smile, "Nah, she's mateless, but that's because she's got her eyes set on someone special." The idea of Ely’s image made my heart skip a beat.
I cast a quick glance in their direction, a mischievous grin gently pulling at the edges of my mouth. "Well, it seems you all have a keen understanding of my inclinations
