She smiled at his confessions. He was honest, and she liked that. "You don't need to impress me," she said truthfully. "I'm glad to have you here. It frightens me a little, being alone here after..." she admitted, pouring him a tea that was sweet and soothing, and then sitting in the chair beside him with her own cup.
"I'm going to be here more often than not," she admitted, because it was an escape from R1 and the fact that she couldn't have Daniel, "but I could use help with keeping the flowers and making deliveries," she said. "As many hours as you like, or as few as you like."
She motioned to the main area of the flower shop, which was still quiet (it usually got busy after lunch and after work hours ended, she was realizing). "It's quiet, and people come in and sit and read, have tea, mostly the older residents in the area." She didn't mind them coming, either. It was nice to see them getting out, and she'd even set up a makeshift checkers and bridge table in the back for them. It wasn't very entrepreneurial, to be sure.