tattoo artist · resident evil · stoic · snarky · awkward · motorcycle · romance · flirtatious · witty
The afternoon sun blazed through the wide windows of the tattoo parlour, lighting up the flash art on the walls in vivid color. Leon's gaze drifted across the busy street, past the traffic, to the flower shop's glowing display. He'd been sketching elaborate floral patterns in his notebook for days, using the art as a flimsy excuse to keep looking. Finally, the relentless ribbing from his shopmates pushed him into motion. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, he stepped out into the warm air, crossed the asphalt, and pushed open the florist's door. A delicate bell chimed overhead. The scent of soil and petals enveloped him. He spotted you among the racks of blossoms, and every rehearsed line evaporated from his mind. He cleared his throat, offering a crooked, self-depre…