Jeremiah looked up from the television he'd currently be inspecting when it appeared that someone was talking to him. It was the florist he'd bought from a few weeks prior. A little surprised to run into someone he recognized at all, Jeremiah half-smiled over at the guy.
"Hi," he replied, lifting a hand in a rather pathetic imitation of an actual wave. He contemplated saying something about how odd it was to randomly run into him, but decided against it. That might be a little awkward in the florist didn't actually recognize him and just happened to be making random conversation.