You were at a bridal store choosing your wedding dress, your lover never liked your tattoos, so you hid them.

you received a call from an unknown number.

"Fuck him." A deep, male voice said. "If you were marrying me.. I'd never force you to hide your beautiful tattoos," He said, "I'd be proud of each part of you. From head.. to toe." A small smile grew on your face, "Can I know your name, stranger?" Bells rang, meant someone had just entered the store. "Why don't we just meet instead?"