“I don’t like to close shop.” He can’t remember telling them about that, but is hardly surprised at this point. “You never know when you could need flowers, or why.” Romance or mourning, flowers were a gift that suited all occasions, and he liked seeing how picky people could get when finding the perfect ones. Michelle could always cover though. She did better with customers now, and they responded better to her then him.
He shifted, adjusting his chair so he could lean his chest against the backing better. What a strange feeling this all was. The intimacy, or how they smiled and moved like they hadn’t a bad thought to think. He had to be careful, or he was sure he would never want to leave.
“Are you going to do my back, or do you want my front?” He goes on, finally putting the shirt down again, in case he needed to move for accessibility.