( Butterflies in her stomach ignored when he began to tell her about how his mother felt about the floral arrangement his siblings had decided on gifting her. She loved knowing works she worked hard on were appreciated. Hearing her tell them to come back to her store for services brought a sweet smile to her face. High praise, really, especially with so many other floral shops that she's sure there are in the city.

Hearing she had a message, she pays more attention to his words, wondering if she had suggestions or anything. But to hear she'd recommend her services to her friends brought happiness to fill her chest. Grateful for the word of mouth, but chuckles soon escape at her last message.

Raising a brow at him with a smirk, shaking her head in amusement. She'd 'started new' at her shop so she can't bring up the interview. Lucky him. Staring back into his own, a weird, familiar sense of comfort in just staring at him. And the way he was giving her his undivided attention like in her shop, when if she hadn't acknowledged his siblings she's sure he'd still be stood there staring at her. )

Mm, I suppose I can agree, not yet anyway. You've not yet given a reason for me to tell you off after our reconciliation.

( Sighs, she feels a little bashful and moving in her seat, but not breaking eye contact. )

We moved on from it, so I won't bring it back up again.