Jun 10, 2020
Aster had returned from his home in the UK, returning to America for some fun. He walked into the building, and raised a brow as he was caught off guard. Aster sauntered up to the desk with his heavy boots clanking. He looked at the young woman but pointed at Erik. "Who is that little muffin?"
“Him? Oh that’s Erik. He’s the owner,” she hummed softly. “He’s a little bit of a stale muffin. Still cute but harder than you expect.” she teased, “Would you like to book an appointment with our little magic worker?” she asked raising a brow. “He specializes in watercolor.” she added with a smile.