Before he opens the tattoo parlor, he ocasionally visits your flower shop to replace the wilting flowers in the vase settled on a small table in his parlor.

He never had much of a green thumb anyway— it was the perfect excuse to see you, instead of gazing at you through the large window walls.

The bell rings, signaling his arrival. "Hey doll," he greets softly, looking around at your display whilst leaning on the cashier counter. "Got any flowers to reccomend for me?"