Cara risked a glance upwards, her own smile a reflection of his. It was a sweet sentiment. He had played his cards so close to his chest so far, she had to wonder if he even knew he had allowed his emotions to blaze so unmistakably across his face.
"It sounds like you're doing just fine," she answered encouragingly. There was nothing she liked more than to listen to people talk about those they loved. She wasn't sure why, but it was like glimpsing another person -- perhaps, who they were willing to become for another.
Cara looked to her work, momentarily concentrating on forming the bouquet. She was now reaching for the calla lilies. She would not add many; she wanted them to stand out, to bring depth to the dahlia bouquet.
"So far, I've only met -- really met -- a few people, but they've all been wonderfully welcoming. They're all very...real -- no airs at all." She had paused after the word "real" and then, after further consideration, tagged on the last bit. She didn't want him to think her insane, after all.