Fleur stared at the offering hand a moment before a slight blush crept up and blossomed across her cheeks. The English expected you to shake their hand as they weren't exactly the kiss on the the cheek types. "Hi," Fleur said softly as she gave Bill a shy, demure smile as she shook his hand; the English customs still very new to her and felt as equally wrong.
Gracefully, Fleur pulled herself up onto the counter of the bank and kicked her legs idly as she let her eyes sweep over Bill's form. A habit time could not quite erase as she had the bad habit of sitting on their counters at Shell Cottage, though it was typically while she was watching Bill work in the kitchen.
"This place, this village, is really something, n'est pas?"
When Fleur got nervous she talked. A lot.
"I do not know what to think about it," she admitted honestly as she chewed her lower lip. Attention was something people, especially men, showered her in but this particular man was different. How Fleur wasn't quite sure, yet. It wasn't hard to see why she had been drawn to him.
Again she gave him a shy smile. There were so many questions she wanted ot ask him but she didn't know how. It confused her because her candor was something she was known for; it was a reason a lot of people were "put off" by her too.