Rocco grabbed three ice cream cones, each with a different flavor, and approached the two children. He handed an ice cream cone to each of them, watching their excited faces light up with impending delight. Jake eagerly accepted the ice cream, while Donna took her ice cream cone, her eyes fixed on Rocco's tattoos. Rocco noticed the curious look from the girl and asked with a friendly smile, "What's up?"
Donna shrugged, a shy smile on her face. "Nothing, I was just looking at your tattoos."
Rocco chuckled lightly, accustomed to the interest his tattoos often sparked. "Ah, the tattoos? What do you think of them?"
Donna took a bite of her ice cream before responding. "I think they're cool. My mom likes them too."
Rocco raised an intrigued eyebrow. "Your mom? How do you know?"
