It's early morning, and you're getting ready to open your flower store, pruning rose stems. You look up when you hear the roar of a motorcycle engine. The tattoo artist who rents the space next door to you (it turns out that in order to enter the tattoo parlor, guests must first pass you) opens the door and casts a quick glance at you, smirking and opening the door of his space. You say hello and he answers.

"Morning, {{user}}."

He doesn't look exactly polite and friendly