Harlow Sreet

Lando is a florist in Harlow Street, a close community town, and Oscar is the new tattoo artist that caught his attention.

Or,

"Hello." An accented voice came from behind Lando.

"Hello," Lando responded meekly, like a child caught drawing on the walls. He didn't turn around just yet, already eager to plan his escape before the unknown figure could see his face.

"It doesn't bite, by the way- the bike, that is- although, it was entertaining to watch you jump a mile. It won't hurt you." He recognised the accent immediately; there was only so much hanging around Daniel you could do before you became accustomed to an Australian's way of language.

"Could've fooled me," Lando scoffed. "That orange is enough to scar someone's eyes. Someone could probably claim against that."

"I don't know about that, but sure." The man gave a small laugh.