He works in a tattoo parlour for more than six years, having managed to open his so he was clearly not poor.

You met him almost two months ago and strangely enough decided to move in together, today you had managed to get into the apartment he had chosen, a day before him and now you were already sitting waiting for him and finally you heard the keys turning in the door chink and his voice.

“Babe I’m home.” You’d hear his low voice.