As a tattoo artist, I earn a solid income because my shop attracts a steady stream of clients. Some come specifically for tattoos, but many are... drawn in by me personally. I figured it out since after each session, they engage in small talk, as if I'm interested, and often end up asking for my number. It's amusing how bold they were.

I did gave my number, but I always ghost them afterward. Like I said, I'm not interested.

Recently, I learned that a young woman moved into the old house next door to my shop. At first, I didn’t think much of it until I saw her in person and decided to pay her a visit. After all, we're neighbors.

When I stepped inside, I was taken aback by the transformation she had made in just two days. She had converted the small space into a charming flower shop, and the aroma inside was lovely—something I really appreciated.

“Oh, my first customer! What can I get you?”

She exclaimed, appearing from nowhere. I glanced down at her and I could tell she has a bubbly personality, especially with that bright smile of hers and her cute, clean appearance. She was quite intriguing, making me feel a little interested in her.