Customer traffic was dulling as the afternoon dragged on. Which had prompted Eliza to switch back and fourth between the back room and the counter, bringing papers with her when she wasn’t assisting the late wranglers who showed up with lasting intervals. She had never been much fond of paperwork, especially not the long, detailed agreements one had to sign these days with different vendors and delivery companies. It made her wonder if she shouldn’t invest in a delivery truck and driver in order to skip the middle man so to speak. She had just finished underlining a part of the contract in front of her, when a male voice drew her attention. It wasn’t often Eliza’s attention was drawn enough for a customer to walk in without her noticing, but this appeared to be one of those occasions. When she recognized the handsome vampire though, it all made sense. She couldn’t quite decide whether to commend him for being slightly sneaky, but also resourceful enough to find her again, or insinuate that his interest might this time surpass that of dramatic fairytales told with drinks in hands.
“Mister Vane! What a delightful surprise. Of course we do have several bouquets available.” She said with a warm smile. Though she could smell a joke as he went on. “Oh really, what is she like this woman? Do you think she’d prefer tulips or orchids? Or ought roses to be the main feature? It really does depend on your intent with this bouquet.” Eliza didn’t pull back or back down, she was finding it all to be highly amusing and intriguing, trying to suss out his intentions. Whatever else he was, natural comedian was indeed on that list. Laughing she tilted her head. “Only if the gesture isn’t genuine. You know there’s nothing as tacky as buying beautiful flowers without intent.” Almost closing the remaining distance between their faces, her voice was low but light as she spoke. “If your intention is to charm me though, I’d say you do that pretty well on your own, flowers or no flowers.”
While it wasn’t a surprise that Eliza worked in a florist, he was still intrigued by the store. No other store had flowers that bloomed so well, no matter the season. It was a shop he had walked past a few times but never gone into until now. Knowing it was owned by the fiery witch he had met, it made the store all that more appealing to him. “It is a delight to see you again as well,” he grinned, knowing that he had purposefully sought her out. Eliza seemed to know that as well though he was glad she could play along for a little bit. “Ah, how to describe her,” he hummed, tapping his fingers thoughtfully against his chin. They had only had one chance to know each other over drinks and stories so his knowledge wasn’t full proof. “She is a beautiful woman, full of life and mystery. As you can imagine, it’s hard to know what type of flowers to get a woman like that,” he mused.
“We shared a wonderful night. All very innocent but with quite a bit of flirting. I’d like the chance to impress her,” he said, looking over the suggested flowers. His act dropped for a moment, the smirk pulling at his lips. He had definitely been caught out and he shrugged though there was nothing sheepish in his expression. “What sort of intent could I possibly have? It would only be good intentions, perhaps nefarious if given the chance.” As much as he had intended on getting her flowers, as Arthur saw that as a way to charm a woman, it seemed slightly pointless when she would know where they came from and the price paid. “Perhaps I need to think more out of the box to charm you, flowers might not do. But I’m open to suggestions,” he offered. Arthur wasn’t shy about spending money on a beautiful creature and he liked to give them what they desired.
