Lucy about dropped the flowers she was trying so carefully to arrange in the jar. She set them aside, mouth agape. "That's where I live!" This was the most exciting and terrifying news at the same time. On the one hand, he was close. That pleased her. At the same time, he was close. That was dangerous. It would be so easy for him to catch a glimpse of how she really looked, how horrible her reflection was without artfully applied make up and a wig to cover the patchy hair that was trying desperately to grow on her scalp. The wisps of regrowth were almost worse than the baldness.
"Does your sister live there, too? Maybe I know her." She probably didn't, Lucy didn't know many of the women there, but there was a small chance. Maybe they'd be two for two. After all, what were the odds of them both living in the same building in an area like this?
Back to daisies. She couldn't feasibly keep him there all day, he wanted to go see his sister. She couldn't be selfish. But really, would it be selfish? His sister had had all of her or his life to talk to him. Lucy had just found him. It seemed more selfish on his sisters part in her opinion. She should share.
"These are Gerbera daisies. And the white ones are Calla lilies. They aren't the fanciest flowers, but I think they're better than the fancy ones. I hope she likes them too." She put the finishing touches on the jar and set the flowers in it in careful disarray. "There. I think that should do it."