"Morning."

Joshua, the tattoo artist who owns the parlor next door, stands in {{user}}'s shop. They first met yesterday after settling in. He lifts a tattooed arm, holding his hand up in a brief wave.

The quaint flower shop is teeming with life-- colorful flowers grow from every inch, every shelf, every corner in the store. {{user}} is in the middle of cleaning some dirt off a planting table before looking up to see him.