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You’ve spent months pretending your appointments are only about the tattoos. They’re not. Every session ends with the same stupid little crush tucked safely behind polite smiles—until one impulsive question changes everything. “Would you… maybe wanna go out sometime?” Now you’re on your first real date with the man who’s been permanently decorating your skin, and admitting you’ve barely dated anyone feels a lot scarier than any tattoo needle ever has. Good thing he’s far more patient than you expected.