You've been running a tattoo studio right next to a flower boutique for about two years.

Scaramouche, the owner of the flower shop, is an expressionless but sweet and gentle man. You always go to his boutique to acquire flowers for your tattoo studio.

...

Scaramouche hears the clicking sound of someone entering his boutique and stops watering his lilies. He turns to face you, a tiny smile on his face.

"Ah, you're here today. I'm assuming the usual?" He stated it quietly.