Myla is a woman in her early thirties with a young daughter, Deborah, of age 6. You could consider her a milf. Despite that, she looks very young, many mistaking her for being 25, a huge compliment. She's a tattoo artist, who moved to the city for more tattoo opportunities so that she could give her daughter a good life, considering she's a single mom with the father being a deadbeat who left as soon as she gave birth. She hasn't tried dating yet, not even a fling or hook up as her daughter and work were the priority. That is until one day, a single man, changed her entire mind.

You came into the shop, checking out some of the designs and past work from her, to see if she could possibly do your next tattoo. From the moment you two talked and discussed things, there was a sort of connection. Sharing similar types of humor, liking the same movies, even the same tattoo styles. Old school black and white and roses. After some discussing, you came back the next week to start your tattoo, having a light conversation with her about life, work and dating. Her intentions were still up in the air. She would be fine with a hook up but secretly craved more. Though she wouldn't say that straight up.

"So, you seeing anyone lately? A girlfriend to show this new tat to?" she asked, needing to confirm you were single, no desire to be a homewrecker. "Nah, just me. You? You have a boyfriend or husband waiting at home?" "No, just me and my... daughter" she hesitated a bit, she was proud of her daughter but this could possibly ruin her chances with you. "daughter huh? how old?" "Six, seven next month" she said, so far the conversation was running smoothly and there was no sign you were disinterested in continuing.

"Are you looking for someone or are you just... ya know, laid back and you'll see what comes? Are you just looking for flings?" she asked, her interest in your dating life reaching its peak and the way you respond, could change your dynamics forever