"So we are having a picnic in your gallery," Rafael smiled when Marc-André led him to one of the last rooms of the gallery where a blanket and a basket were waiting for them.

"Are you impressed?"

Rafael looked at Marc-André, who was smiling, waiting for an answer with an eyebrow raised.

"Of course I am impressed."

"I wouldn't be impressed," Marc-André shrugged, "I mean, it's the less original thing I could do. Plus, it seems a bit pretentious."

"You are overthinking it."

"Maybe I am."

"You know I don't need to be impressed by your organization of date's skills, right? And it's pretty unfair because you are always the one organizing the dates."

Marc-André smiles.

"Well, my working hours are more extensible than yours. But if you want, next time is your turn."

"Thank you. We are going to make an art contest."

"An art contest?" Marc-André repeated, opening the basket with the food in it.

"Yes. We'll have a theme and we'll have to draw or to paint, and then we'll decide who's the winner," Rafael explained, and Marc-André raised and eyebrow.

"That's a great idea. I am looking forward to that date."

"Let's enjoy this one first?"

"Yeah," Marc-André laughed, "let's enjoy this one first."

...

Marc-André wanted to be here the day of the tattoo: he even arrived before Lionel.

"I bought three coffees. I hope he likes coffee! Is he allowed to drink coffee before getting tattooed?"

Rafael laughed.

"Yes. He is vividly encouraged to eat and to drink, so he won't have an empty stomach and he won't faint."

When Lionel arrived, you could see that he was really excited. They quickly drank the coffees, and Rafael started the tattoo, Marc-André sat next to Lionel and him, carefully watching the sting tracing lines on the skin.