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Daisy had disappeared into the back room again by the time James had woken himself from his brief nap and her last customer had left. She had once more returned to her comfort zone of plants and petals. They wouldn't judge, and they especially wouldn't expect any small talk. But Daisy was happier talking to them than she was to any human, and she always believed that her flowers enjoyed hearing her voice. They seemed to lean toward her as she spoke, straining toward her as if to grasp every softly whispered word that they might miss if they didn't listen to tentatively.
The more she thought to herself, the less worried she became of the man that had came in for the simple bouquet of roses. Many people were curious as to how she kept her flowers so fresh and alive. He wasn't the first and he most likely wouldn't be the last. By the time the bell jingled once more, and Daisy had had another two cups of tea, the last customer was completely forgotten about.
She walked out to the front of the store, dusting soil from her hands onto the beige apron she had on, to see the familiar face that she was becoming slightly suspicious of. Sure, she hadn't seen this guy in about a week or so, but to visit her store three times in two weeks? Especially when she had been sure he wasn't exactly there by choice on the second visit. He was picking up for someone else, after all, and he seemed a little more relaxed when dealing with her other employees. Daisy knew she hadn't exactly been the most friendly with him...even with the free flowers. But they were for his mother, not for him.
Instead, however, of her usual stance and hostile nature, Daisy decided to lean against the counter with her forearms resting on the top counter. Her eyes followed him for a moment, trailing him curiously and cautiously for the time being. Eventually, after a few more minutes had passed - just like his first visit - she called out to him.
"You seem quite fond of yellow, this time." She made her voice light, as if trying to joke with him, but knowing her luck it would come across differently to how she intended. "I mean, you're looking at all the yellow flowers this time. Anything I can help you out with? I promise I won't bite...as much...this time round." Her cheeks went a little pink as yet another one of her attempted jokes seemed to fall flat.
Clearing her voice, Daisy tried again, "If you want, and of course if it's yellow that you're looking for to be the main color, I can show you some ideas of what I can do for you. Or you can pick and choose what you'd like and I can see what I can do." She offered a faint smile, shifting her weight on to her one foot, her hip cocking to one side as she did so.
"Yellow roses, yellow asiatic lilies, green carnations, yellow button spray chrysanthemums, bupleurum and leatherleaf fern. They usually make a gorgeous bouquet," she explained quickly afterward, rambling on and pointing to each of the flowers in turn that were on display, "I could put it together for you and then, if you wanted one or two changed, I can put in the flowers you would want."
The more she thought to herself, the less worried she became of the man that had came in for the simple bouquet of roses. Many people were curious as to how she kept her flowers so fresh and alive. He wasn't the first and he most likely wouldn't be the last. By the time the bell jingled once more, and Daisy had had another two cups of tea, the last customer was completely forgotten about.
She walked out to the front of the store, dusting soil from her hands onto the beige apron she had on, to see the familiar face that she was becoming slightly suspicious of. Sure, she hadn't seen this guy in about a week or so, but to visit her store three times in two weeks? Especially when she had been sure he wasn't exactly there by choice on the second visit. He was picking up for someone else, after all, and he seemed a little more relaxed when dealing with her other employees. Daisy knew she hadn't exactly been the most friendly with him...even with the free flowers. But they were for his mother, not for him.
Instead, however, of her usual stance and hostile nature, Daisy decided to lean against the counter with her forearms resting on the top counter. Her eyes followed him for a moment, trailing him curiously and cautiously for the time being. Eventually, after a few more minutes had passed - just like his first visit - she called out to him.
"You seem quite fond of yellow, this time." She made her voice light, as if trying to joke with him, but knowing her luck it would come across differently to how she intended. "I mean, you're looking at all the yellow flowers this time. Anything I can help you out with? I promise I won't bite...as much...this time round." Her cheeks went a little pink as yet another one of her attempted jokes seemed to fall flat.
Clearing her voice, Daisy tried again, "If you want, and of course if it's yellow that you're looking for to be the main color, I can show you some ideas of what I can do for you. Or you can pick and choose what you'd like and I can see what I can do." She offered a faint smile, shifting her weight on to her one foot, her hip cocking to one side as she did so.
"Yellow roses, yellow asiatic lilies, green carnations, yellow button spray chrysanthemums, bupleurum and leatherleaf fern. They usually make a gorgeous bouquet," she explained quickly afterward, rambling on and pointing to each of the flowers in turn that were on display, "I could put it together for you and then, if you wanted one or two changed, I can put in the flowers you would want."