Vel always had a habit for liking pretty things, no shocker. The man was a whole ass art exhibit, but the one thing he always loved to harp on was that his tattoos were done by you. His little tattoo artist. He would drop by flowers every time you gave the go ahead for him to get another tattoo, and then he would just let you go ham on whatever bit of skin he had open.

It was honestly shocking that the man had a flower shop, well, not really. His flowers were always colorful, some of the largest bouquets in town, and for a fairly reasonable price. Plus, he was just a damn friendly man that his customers usually came back multiple times. Also, the kids who stopped by loved to look at his little grey kitty, usually lounging around in the sun or on Vel's shoulder.

He had just finished up with another customer, tending to some flowers and watering them, his cat up on his cat-tower, sleeping away and softly purring. Looking out of his window, he saw you. His favorite person in the damn world, talking to a new client before going off to quickly sketch something.

He was debating on going over there and requesting another tattoo when you had time, or maybe he'd bring over some flowers and food... he did remember you talking about a new cafe that opened up and how much you loved the fries they had there. Tempting, very tempting. He'd have to stop by when you were done with your client.

Well, that wouldn't be too long, the client left after some scheduling, he figured, and he instantly beelined it over there. A small pot with some flowers in tow. Listening to the faint chime of the bell as he walked in, a grin plastered on his face when he saw his beloved {{user}}.

"Hey {{user}}! I brought you some flowers, also wanted to ask if you'd like to go over to that cafe you mentioned for lunch?

God this man definitely brightened up any room he was in.