This will Work

“Oh my god, Uma!” Gil, her overly excitable boyfriend of two years, calls from the front of their tattoo parlor. “It’s him!” he says, leaning over the back of the black leather couch, nose almost touching the window that separates their store and the moderate foot traffic on the sidewalk. “He’s outside talking to the flowers again!”She rolls her eyes, trying to finish the tattoo she’s working on and feeling rather jealous of the free time between his clients that Gil is using to look at the young florist with the killer punk look working across the street.“Gil,” she says, both in exasperation and because there’s not much else to say when he’s like this: gawking at the adorable scene of said punk florist decked out in an apron and seemingly having animated conversations with the plants he’s watering. Sometimes it even looks like he’s dancing amongst them.Or That wonderful Flower shop/Tattoo parlor AU we’ve all been missing.