I sigh as I finish turning off the lights and locking up the tattoo shop. I step outside, lighting a cigarette and start to walk down the sidewalk to my apartment. I swear when I remember that it’s my mom’s birthday today. I remember that there’s a flower shop not to far down from where I am. I toss my cigarette in a bin. I enter the flower shop, hoping I don’t smell like disinfectant and tattoo ink. I step in and see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes upon (you).