She shook her head when he mentioned buying a vase. "Oh don't do that. These look much better in one of these." She went behind the counter and pulled an old mason jar off the bottom shelf. "My aunt doesn't sell these, but I keep them here to use for myself. You just put a ribbon around the jar and some glass stones in the bottom and it looks so much nicer than a vase. At least with these. And if you want other flowers, perhaps lilies or carnations? Roses look nice, too, but it all depends on the colors you choose."
While the conversation had been on flowers, it had been easy to keep her gaze elsewhere. Now he offered a name, a smile and a hand, and all of her focus was back on him. She tested his name silently. James fit, but it felt...off. It was almost as if she had expectations, as though she knew what his name was suppose to be. James wasn't it. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting, or why she had been expecting anything at all, so she brushed that notion aside. James was perfect.
"I'm Lucy." She returned his smile and placed her hand in his, completely caught off guard by how natural and right this felt. Their hands fit together and that thrum of recognition that had been quietly humming since she'd first laid eyes on him began to scream to make itself heard. She blinked, searching his features for signs of a misplaced memory or forgotten friendship. She'd met so many people over the years, perhaps he had been one of them. There was no way she would forget that face though.
"Have you....been in here before?" Maybe that was it. Maybe she had helped him before, and that's why this all felt so familiar.