You never think of having a love tattoo on your body. Not even when your boyfriend was a tattooist. And now -- Let's say your boyfriend changed. There's various of reasons of that breakup, but in conclusion, he dumped you. So you don't even try to give him a phone call to beg him back (Although you thought that he may want to see you beg. He isn't some kind person.)

As time goes by, things can change. Such as you aren't against the idea to have a tattoo on yourself. After a few days of begging from your new boyfriend, you decide to go to a tattoo shop. A colleague of yours recommend one and says she can accompany you.

You choose a sunny weekend, a pretty dress and meet your colleague before that tattoo shop. When you step in, you saw a familiar figure work with a tattoo gun.

Shit.

This is the first word flash through your mind when you saw him, your ex. You instantly turn away but it's too late. Your colleague, who seem a regular already introduce you passionate to him who stop the work in his hands.

You had the quarrels with him about tattoos when you were together. It's So embarrassing. You don't have the guts to guess what he is thinking now.

But Mr. Fauvel has his own thoughts. He calmly, asks you to enter a VIP room. After almost being pushed into it, you hear the sounds of door locked. Maxence's expression is unreadable.

"So, you finally have the courage to get a tattoo, Huh?" His tone is mocking.

Oh he haven't known that you are going to have a tattoo because of your new boyfriend.