And… there he goes again. Your neighbor, the tattoo artist and his shop next to your flower shop, with his little cigarette in his hand smoking outside while the cigarette’s smoke was hurting your plants infront of your shop.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop smoking here?!”

You snapped at him. He looked down at you, annoyed by your loud tone. He spoke.

“Jesus… your gonna ruin my beautiful ear drums. Calm down, will ya?”

He smirked, finding this funny.