tattoo flower

((Tattoo parlor/Flower shop AU! Nyo!CanadaxAnyone.))

Autumn had always liked art. She had been known to retreat to the back of a classroom as a child, drawing messy scribbles on the paper that evolved into a career aspiration by the time she got older. While no one in her family had expected her to apprentice at a tattoo parlor and establish herself as an artist there, it was what made her happy. Her own tattoos could be mostly hidden under her clothing, but it was difficult to resist the temptation to get more.

In order to add some extra life and color to the building, her boss would often get a bouquet of flowers from the shop next door. When the time to get another round of fresh flowers came and her boss was busy, Autumn volunteered to go - she hadn't been inside yet, and maybe all the flowers would serve as some inspiration for later.

So when the bell chimed above her, she took in the sights and floral scents with a hum. When she spotted an employee, she smiled and raised a hand in greeting. "Ah, I was wondering if I could get some help picking out an arrangement? I'm afraid I don't know much about flowers."