Evans is quick to make his way to the front counter, swiping a strand of blond hair from his brow to make himself more presentable.
“Sorry, I was in the back fixin’ up an old record player someone brought in this morning.”
Before he can even ask how he can be of service to her, a plate of cookies is offered to him. How unconventional. A kind smile lights up his face as he takes the plate from her, eyes meeting hers.
“Thank you,” his voice is so gentle, a sound that shouldn’t come from a man like him but somehow suits him all the same. “I uh- I appreciate it, but… I don’t have any coworkers to share these with. It’s just me. Sometimes my uncle comes in to help, but today it’s just me.”
He sets the platter of sweets down on the countertop between them, that boyish smile still clinging to his lips.
“You still want me to have them? I can give you something in return, if there’s anything you see that you like. Maybe a record to play in your flower shop?”
He knows the place, he walks past it every morning. How has he never noticed her?
“Just uhm, if you see a Corgi in the back, he’s unfortunately not for keeps,” he decides he’s feeling bold enough to crack a joke, “he’s our security.”
