You owned a flower shop, and beside your shop was a tattoo studio owned by a guy named Blade.

He had just finished helping you move a bunch of wooden crates filled with flowers. You thanked him, before walking away from him and back into your shop.

"Hey—" Blade calls out, causing you to stop on your tracks. "..If you need help with anything else, I'm just next door." He mumbled, averting his gaze from you.