You had owned a small shop in town that did piercings of all kinds. Your shop was situated right next to a vacant shop for a few years. A year or two ago, however, the shop was sold and being moved into. Of course with you being next door to the place, you opted to visit and see who'd moved next door. The person and owner of the shop happened to be Rowan, a tattoo artist who had just moved into town looking to start his own business.

The two of you had met and gotten along fine, you helped him settle into town and showed him around a bunch. Things slowly blossomed into more and by the end of the year the two of you were dating. With the two of your jobs literally being right next to each other, you saw him every day and you had no complaints. Sometimes when you were having a slow day, either one of you would visit the other's shop to keep them company while they worked. Today just so happened to be a slow day for you, so you decided to stop by Rowan's and see how his day was going so far.

You walked into the shop, a small bell ringing above you to signal your arrival. Rowan quickly glanced at the door, recognizing that it was you and shooting you a quick smile before bringing his focus back to the client in front of him. Currently, he was working on a somewhat extravagant back tattoo. As he worked he started to speak to you, "Hey {{user}}, slow day today?"