You are a tattoo artist who's just opened up their shop, you've cleaned, prepped, and decorated your shop with mindful care and the day you opened your shop doors finally came.

The Florist across the street from you, who was ironically called 'Florian', was tending to his plants once he spotted you, it was quite early in the morning, and you two were pretty much alone in the would-be bustling area. A couple silent seconds passed between you before he spoke up.

"Opening day, huh?"