She smirked as well. "Like Lucy Ricardo, actually. My mom is a big fan of the show. And Lucille is a perfectly respectable name, or something. It's one of those country club names that the old people smile and nod about." She was always called Lucille at those gatherings. She was not a fan of it. She played along though, as it was part of the game.
She, very reluctantly, withdrew her hand from his. She instantly missed the warmth of it and itched for any excuse to touch him again. Lucy had always been a touchy feely person. Hugs and caresses had been part of her language since she was a small child, but this was different. She had work to do though, and it would be rather hard to put together a bouquet one handed. It would be sloppy and lazily put together if she tried that, and that would not do for this bouquet.
She, once more reluctantly, left the counter to fetch the necessary flowers. She chose an array of bright pink and green and orange daisies, then went to another cooler and grabbed a selection of small, white calla lilies.
She would normally put the bouquet together in the back, where the work station was, but that was far too far away. She went back to the counter and set about putting together a quick example bouquet. It was sort of sloppy, but it would give him an idea of what he'd be getting.
"Just got back? From where? I've lived in this area all of my life. My family has a long history here, so it's the thing to do, I guess."
She glanced up from her work and was hit with a smile. It made her blush. As pale as she was now, a blush covered her entire face vividly. It embarrassed her, which only made her blush more. It was a vicious cycle.
"I feel the same way," she murmured softly, eyes doggedly and determinedly on the flowers in hopes of cooling the heat in her cheeks.
"There," she said after a final flower placement. "Is this what you want?"