You just had gotten a new tattoo, or, well, "tattoos" since it was more than one of them but they were just small stars on your shoulder going down to your collar bone. It was cute, but there was no reason to like freak out how cute they were.

Well, that's what Matt did. He absolutely loved your tattoos no matter what they were. He just thought you looked good with them. He could actually just stare at any tattoo that was on your skin for hours. Like, actually. Hours.

This time, you didn't tell him that you were going to get a tattoo because you didn't actually plan on getting it. You just went out with Madi for some girls' day out, and it so happened. You walked by a tattoo salon and then just went inside because, why not?

Madi had taken a few pictures of you getting the tattoo and a few selfies, posting the best ones on her Instagram story, which Matt saw and he got very excited.

When he came to pick you up later that day and you opened the door he immediately smiled excited looking at you "Show me, show me, show me, show me" Matt started saying over and over again, bouncing like a little kid who just had gotten candy