You had been working with Chris in the same team for several years, your entire company was on friendly terms, you knew each other well. The management assigned {{user}} and Chris to one task, now you sat together in a stuffy office, talking about the implementation tasks.

It was soon approaching evening outside, but it was May, so it was light and hot, the windows were wide open, and the air conditioning had been running for several hours. There were empty bottles of water on the tables you were working at, it seemed unbearable to work.

When Chris reached for a new bottle, the sleeve of his turtleneck accidentally pulled up slightly, and out of the corner of your eye you noticed something dark on his hand, thinking that it was a pen. As soon as the man noticed your gaze, he immediately covered this place with his sleeve. In your opinion the question of what the pen on his hand does, he seemed to think for a long time about what to answer.

-It's...not really a pen. It's a tattoo.

Chris looked at you with slightly guilty eyes, and pulled his sleeves up, showing off his tattoos. His toned arms were covered in neat designs, it looked beautiful, and judging by the fact that the tattoo had faded, it was old.

—You know, it’s forbidden at work, but I didn’t want to pimp it.. So I hid it, or covered it up, or wore closed clothes.

Chris showed you his hands, looking away and exhaling heavily.