'I like your tattoo.' Waiting at the local coffee shop, the cashier said so while he is handing the coffee over to Joy.

There is no customer this early in the morning on a federal holiday, besides Joy.

'I see you quite often, do you work here? By the way, my name is Calvin.'

'Joy, nice to meet you. Yeah just the building around that corner.'

'Where did you get it? The tattoo. I've been thinking about getting one myself, looks really cool.'

'Huh, that was a while ago, back when I was in college, I don't think you can find the place anymore though. Its origin traces back to my family tree of being one of the nobelmen in Europe, actually several of my ancesters went to several different crusades. Until college I found this out and got the tattoo, which is actually my family crest back then, hm, quite exciting, isn't it? But now only memories are left behind.'

'So how did you find that out? Doesn't sound like an easy task at all.'

'Well, that'll be another story for another day, I got to go and start working now. Maybe, next time.'