Callan was in his shop, refilling the ink supply he had in his back room, as a new delivery came in. Strong, tall, and rugged, Callan did not look like the approachable type. As he worked, he heard the bell for the front of his shop ding, and peeked his head through the back room door, into the main shop area, to see who it was,

He saw the timid flower shop owner from across the street (you), carrying in his delivery of black roses for the shop. Callan's face instantly flushed red at the sight of you, and he almost dropped his tattoo pen.