Phil leaned against the wall closest to the window which had the view of the new tattoo parlor next to his shop. He looked up at the dark sky, sighing lightly as he began to grow bored.

Heather made him look away from the window. "Phil, they say the new shipment is in."

"This late?" Phil asked, quickly checking his watch on his wrist.

"Yeah, apparently. Do you want me to go down and get it?"

Phil looked at his coworker shaking his head slightly. He hated sending others to do easy tasks like this. "No, it's fine. You go home, I'll go pick them up."

"Phil, it's on the way home. I can just-"

"Heather, really it's fine. Go home and rest." The sound of the girl's keys jangling around as she fished for them meant Phil won. She ran a hand through her hair as she walked up to the front, opening the door.

"I'll see you, Phil."

"Goodnight."

And that was that. Heather was gone for the night. Phil watched her leave, his ears filling up with silence.

Once she was out of his sight, Phil began to walk around his ships, closing the blinds quietly. His blue eyes scanned the room as it kept on getting darker due to know outside street lights peering in.

Once he was done, Phil began to walk towards the door, quickly opening it. He reached over to his right and flicked off the light of the shop and flicked on the outside lights. He closed the door to the shop, looking up at the dark sky as he reached into his back pockets for the shop key. He grabbed it and pulled the small key out, locking the door.

Phil began to turn over to the left of him, walking over to the tattoo parlor. The place where he picked up new flowers was three shops down from him. He could usually walk there, though on rainy days, he preferred to take a taxi.

As Phil began to walk, he was checking his phone, not aware of what was around him. He was updating his Twitter, which was a really stupid update.

In the middle of him laughing at other people's problems, he didn't notice a person walking into him. They soon collided, and Phil stumbled backwards. As soon as he regained his balance, he put his phone away.

He looked up at who he bumped into to say sorry, quickly realizing that it was the man who he scolded for kicking over his flowers. Almost immediately, Phil felt bad. "Sorry," He said, smiling lightly as the brown haired man looked up.

"Yeah, sorry." The man mumbled through a cigarette, which then he took out and blew some of the smoke away.

Phil swallowed. He despised smoking as much as cats despised water. He opened his mouth to say something until his blue eyes caught the other's brown ones. He felt rude for doing so, but he couldn't help but stare.

The two stayed like that for a while until the other one spoke. He jumped a little bit as he began to speak. "Oh! Uh, hey. I'm terribly sorry about the flowers today. It was totally an accident. I really didn't mean to. Are they okay?"

"No, there's no need to apologise. They're quite alright, really." Phil chuckled, using his hand to dismiss the man's apology.

It took him a minute or two but soon the brunette turned around, nodding. "That's nice. I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry home." He mumbled quietly.

Phil watched as he left, opening his mouth to say something, but soon closed it as the man began to leave his sights. He turned around, walking again.

He was going to ask for his name. And if he worked at the tattoo parlor. The man was in a rush though. Phil always had later.

Right?

•••

The sound of a very sharp alarm caused Phil to spring out of his sleeping position. He yawned as he reached over to grab his phone, turning off the alarm.

Phil wanted to sleep. He didn't expect to go to bed so late, but the shipment of flowers had a problem so he had to wait in the building for almost forever last night, causing him to go home at around 1:30 in the morning.

As Phil got up and did his usual morning routine, he thought back to the man last night. He chuckled at how awkward the conversation was.

Once he began to brush his hair, he thought of learning his name today. He was definitely going to do it, no matter what.

Phil got downstairs in the matter of forty-five minutes. He quickly turned on the lights and opened the blinds of his shop, glancing nervously at the front door as he did so. He quickly walked over to the cash register and began to take his morning inventory.

The sound of the door opening caused him to look up. His blue eyes scanned Heather as she put her purse up on the coat hanger.

"Good morning, Phil! Happy Thursday!"

"Hi, Heather." Phil gave a small wave as he went back to his inventory.

"How are we doing today?"

"Tired, but doing well. And you?"

"I'm okay, just a bit set off from a weird dream I had last night."

"Oh? Would you like to share?"

Bad mistake. Now he couldn't stop Heather talking about something involving spiders and dogs or maybe Chris Hemsworth. Phil couldn't tell due to the fact that he was ignoring her and staring at the door.

That's when it happened. In the middle of Heather talking, someone began to walk by. He was wearing the same black, leather jacket the other guy was. He had his hair. Then again, anyone could really.

Lucky enough for Phil, who was in the middle of trying to figure out if it was him or not, the guy flipped his hair and then ran a finger through the fringe to calm it down. Phil barley saw the face from where he was standing, but he knew it was him.

"So then I decided to-" Phil couldn't help but cut Heather off in the middle of her dream by rushing past her and towards the door. "What the- Phil! Where are you going?"

"It'll just be a minute, Heather! I'm sorry!" Phil said in the process of avoiding flowers to get to the door.

He made it as soon as the man almost passed his shop completely. As soon as Phil grabbed onto the bars, he immediately pushed it opened, feeling the pull of the door when it got pushed or pulled to hard. He winced at the weird, yet tiny sound it made, noting to be more careful in the further.

He turned to his right and ran up to the walking away man. "Excuse me!" He called out.

The one in the leather jacket stopped walking altogether and just slowly turned around, slightly widening his eyes.

Phil gave a small smile as he waved. "Uh, hey! Listen, I'm incredibly sorry for that awkward moment last night."

"Uh, same here. It was my fault, really. I was in such a hurry home and I'm really sorry."

Phil kinda liked his voice. A lot. "Well, it's all good now. Tell me, what's your name?"

"M-my name?" The man sounded startled, which scared Phil. Did he mess up? He was about to open his mouth to just tell Leather Jacket to forget it.

"It's Dan, I guess." Dan mumbled, looking down at his shoes.

Phil smiled. "Dan..." He repeated to himself quietly, nodding. "Well, I'm Phil!"

Dan looked back up at Phil, giving a slight scoff. "Cute," was all he said.

It took Phil a minute to process what Dan had called his name, but once he did, he could feel his face heat up. "Cute..?"

"Nothing. Hey, listen, I have to go to work now, but don't be afraid to talk to me again. I don't bite."

Phil gave a small chuckle, nodding. "Alright. I'll see you later, then, Dan."

"I'll see you, Phil." Dan quietly said back.

With that, they both departed separate ways. Phil back in his own shop, and Dan into his.

Phil was happy to have learned his name. Honestly, he kinda liked his name. Dan.

Yeah, it suited a guy like him.