My local pub regulars are really nice

They're absolute blokes, mostly talk about football, laugh loudly and seem to get through buckets of beer. And I think they've kind of adopted me? I've been known as "tattoo girl" for months but now they know my name, I know all of theirs, our jobs, their upcoming holidays (usually to Majorca) and the names of their partners.

I'm the opposite - young, baby-face, soft spoken, usually reading a book and sipping on a lime soda. Only bloke-adjacent is that I'm very tattooed.

I always get a friendly pat on the shoulder and an "alright, [my name], how are you doing?". I think it was me being classist that I thought they might not be nice in the first place. It has been nice to unpack that. Cheers, mates!