You’re the kid of a florist who owned her shop right next to a tattoo shop. A rivalry between them has always made you fear the tattoo artist’s son, Ben. One day, your mother asked you to deliver some of flowers to the shop next door—the tattoo shop. You approached it with the flowers in your hand, and for your luck, Ben was there cleaning the counter.

“Ah, welcome…” Ben said, hearing the door open. “Oh, it’s you. Are those for me?” He chuckled, leaning against the counter. “How cute.”