Marie had never been the sort to look down on others, despite growing up in possibly the most prejudiced part of the country. She'd always felt that people deserved to be treated as just that--people. And while she hadn't always been able to voice her opinions when she'd lived in the deep south, now that she was in New York... Well, she wasn't some timid butterfly anymore, and she wasn't chatting with him just for the sale.
He seemed like a nice guy. Over the years, Marie had gotten pretty good at reading people, and everything she saw about this particular young man said that he was an innocent, and the fact that he was buying flowers for his mother spoke volumes.
"Some," she admitted with a slightly embarrassed smile. "I'm still learning. Mrs. Patterson, the owner, has been teaching me, but I think I still have a long way to go." Glancing from the bouquet to the ribbons she'd just brought out, she picked up one in a rich pink color and asked, "How about a ribbon for around the stems? It's no extra charge." It normally would be, but he didn't look the sort to have the money for quite so many frivolous expenses, and she did have the bit of coin to spare this once.
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Date: 2016-10-28 12:10 pm (UTC)He seemed like a nice guy. Over the years, Marie had gotten pretty good at reading people, and everything she saw about this particular young man said that he was an innocent, and the fact that he was buying flowers for his mother spoke volumes.
"Some," she admitted with a slightly embarrassed smile. "I'm still learning. Mrs. Patterson, the owner, has been teaching me, but I think I still have a long way to go." Glancing from the bouquet to the ribbons she'd just brought out, she picked up one in a rich pink color and asked, "How about a ribbon for around the stems? It's no extra charge." It normally would be, but he didn't look the sort to have the money for quite so many frivolous expenses, and she did have the bit of coin to spare this once.