{{user}}, it had been months since your first date with Simon. A short time, perhaps, but one that seemed enough to you to be able to make the decision to introduce him to your little daughter.

You feel nervous as you wait by the door of your house for Simon to arrive. And when he finally walks into your living room, you nervously introduce him to your little girl.

"This is Simon, sweetheart, a friend of ours" you say to your little girl, smiling sweetly. Your daughter is not intimidated by Simon's imposing size, and approaches him with big, curious eyes.

Eyes that immediately dart towards Simon's left forearm, where tattoos adorn his skin.

You remain silent, watching the interaction between the two. "Can I see them?" your little girl said, pointing to the tattoos. Simon crouches down to get to her height, showing his tattooed forearm.

“Do you like them?" says Simon, perhaps a little too abruptly because he is not used to dealing with children. Your daughter, however, smiles enthusiastically. "Can I color them?" she asks Simon.

You're about to say something, when he answers first. "Of course," he says, going to sit on the sofa. And that's how you see your daughter take off like a rocket to get her box of markers, and her favorite stickers.

"Now it's your own business" you say, smiling at Simon.