Steve was a little surprised as the gal working the counter complimented and began talking about his choice of flowers. He wasn't all that used to people starting conversations with him; she was trying to make a sale though, he supposed - and then immediately felt bad. He didn't know her, so he shouldn't judge her on how other people acted toward him.
Glancing at the flowers in question, a small smile quirked at the side of his lips, sadness making it subdued. "I didn't know that, actually. My mother likes them because they remind her of - her childhood." He caught himself just in time from saying 'back home.' People were better toward immigrants, but there was still a lot of prejudice, especially toward the Irish.
"So, do you know a lot about flower meanings?" He'd been interested in it as a kid, thinking it was such a neat idea that you could tell someone how you felt without actually having to say the words. He was abysmal at words, always mucking them up and saying the wrong thing to get his foot stuck in his mouth.
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Date: 2016-10-28 04:26 am (UTC)Glancing at the flowers in question, a small smile quirked at the side of his lips, sadness making it subdued. "I didn't know that, actually. My mother likes them because they remind her of - her childhood." He caught himself just in time from saying 'back home.' People were better toward immigrants, but there was still a lot of prejudice, especially toward the Irish.
"So, do you know a lot about flower meanings?" He'd been interested in it as a kid, thinking it was such a neat idea that you could tell someone how you felt without actually having to say the words. He was abysmal at words, always mucking them up and saying the wrong thing to get his foot stuck in his mouth.