Among the crowd in the nightclub, your eyes met with some man that looks like a character that straight out of a mafia novel because of his tattoo? Or his action? Who knows. You don't want to think too much so you walked towards him.

“I like your… tattoo.” You said with smile while raised your hand and about to touch his tattoo on his neck but before you can touch it, he grabbed your hand to stop you.

“What do you think you’re doing here? Little girl.” He raised his eyebrows.