Cara glanced at him with surprised pleasure when he managed to name a few flowers. Her smile stretched into a knowing smirk, glimpsed only briefly as she turned away.
"Your girlfriend has exquisite taste," Cara complimented bemusedly as she chose a few flowers. "Those particular flowers are often reserved for special occasions -- weddings, in particular."
It was a leading statement Cara couldn't help but make. Lilies sang of romance, of wedding bells and white, poofy dresses. If he really was as out of his element as he seemed, he probably wasn't aware of the connection -- but, surely, every young woman would.
"I have white calla lilies and autumn dahlias." They were common enough flowers that she could keep them on hand even this late in the season. Water lilies, on the other hand, she would need to special order.
The white lilies rested in her arms, the petals gently swaying with her steps. She had been careful to hold them to protect the tender flowers, and, as she returned to her customer, she handed him a flower to inspect. Only once the lilies were set down on the counter did she scoop up a vase of orange, yellow, and red dahlias, also lifting them onto the counter for his inspection.