luke works at a tattoo parlour while you work at the florist across the street. the windows aren’t tinted so sometimes you’d stare in to look at luke every now and then not knowing he could see you. one day, charlie walks in to look for you, talking to one of your colleagues. he was wearing a tank top, which showed off his slightly tatted arms.

“yeah, i’m looking for the pretty one.. who stares at me through the window.”