Lev the Start of Everything in Between

THE TATTOO AND LIFE

The Tattoo

It was a crisp, sunny afternoon in Montreal when Lev and Zara decided to have a well-deserved day out—just the two of them. With their husbands, Dr. Luke and Eros, off on their own "gentlemen bonding" time, the ladies were free to indulge in their favorite activity: shopping.

Dressed in head-turning designer outfits and radiating elegance, Lev and Zara strolled down Bloor Street, slipping into boutique after boutique like they owned the city. Their first stop? A luxury bag store they'd both been eyeing It didn't take long before Lev fell in love with a rare crocodile leather handbag in a soft emerald green, and Zara couldn't resist a limited-edition pearl white tote.

They both smiled mischievously at each other and, without hesitation, handed over their husbands' black cards.

Meanwhile, across the city in a sleek whiskey bar with leather couches and a jazz trio playing softly in the background, Dr. Luke and Eros were enjoying their own little escape—glasses of aged bourbon in hand.

Suddenly, both of their phones buzzed.

Luke raised an eyebrow and looked at his phone. "Huh. Seems Lev just charged my card... fifteen thousand dollars. For a bag."

Eros chuckled, checking his own phone. "Zara too. Same amount. Same store."

Luke leaned back and smirked. "They're definitely spoiling themselves today."

Eros shook his head with a laugh. "Guess we spoiled them first. No way we can say no to those two."

The two men clinked their glasses, grinning from ear to ear, fully aware that their wives were probably already headed to the next boutique—armed with style, confidence, and their husbands' limitless cards.

After all, happy wives, happy lives.

After a long and satisfying shopping spree, Lev and Zara decided to slow things down and enjoy an elegant high tea at one of Montreal most luxurious hotels. Seated by a tall window overlooking the city, the soft clinking of fine china and the delicate scent of Earl Grey filled the air. The tiered tray of scones, finger sandwiches, and macarons sat between them as they talked and laughed about their purchases and the way their husbands reacted to the credit card alerts.

Zara reached for a cup of rose tea when something caught her eye—Lev's wrist, just peeking out from beneath the sleeve of her silk blouse.

"I like your tattoo," Zara said casually, pointing. "On your wrist. Is there meaning behind it?"

Lev glanced down at the small, delicate ink on her wrist—a minimalist design, almost like a secret etched into her skin.

She smiled faintly. "Thanks... yeah. You really wanna know the meaning?"

Zara leaned in a little, intrigued. "Of course. Is there a story to it?"

Lev hesitated, her fingers brushing the rim of her teacup. "Yeah, there is. But... don't judge me."

Zara raised her brow gently. "Lev, come on. You know I'm not that kind of person."

Zara gently tilted her head as she reached for another scone and noticed something new—a small tattoo just above Lev's wrist. It was subtle, a vintage-style trunk with delicate flowers spilling out of it.

"I just noticed this," Zara said, pointing. "That tattoo on your wrist—it's really pretty. Is there a story behind it?"

Lev looked down at the ink and gave a small, knowing smile. "Yeah... it's not just some random design."

Zara smiled, curious. "Tell me. I wanna know."

Lev hesitated for a second, then let out a soft laugh. "Okay, but don't judge me. It's from my college days. I was young... reckless. And honestly? It's a symbol of my stupidity at that age."