Re: Mayflowers: Jack & Max
I think it would backfire if it was. [Jack leaned against the counter, watching her with the flowers. Max was very good at many things, but clearly flowers weren't part of her wide skillset.] I'll admit, I'm curious. Why flowers? [Why not anything else? If she was going to run a front, why not something more in her wheelhouse? It did have a classic kind of rightness to it, of course, the flowershop front, but still.
He noticed she kept her voice low, and glanced behind her to the door to the back room. Someone else was here, and Amanda was a safe guess. He looked back at her and caught her smooth smile. It was a nice enough surprise that his small smile widened a little. Despite her obvious lack of comfort with the flowers, she did seem more settled in her skin. He couldn't remember that particular brand of confidence in her before - brashness, sure, but never without some brittleness to the bend, something that didn't quite fit. He wasn't seeing that now, and by itself it almost made her seem like a different person.
He wasn't uncomfortable, eventually returning her look when she met his eye again. She smelled good in ways she couldn't know about, down to the soil on her skin. Being in the same room with her, looking happier than he could remember, very nearly made the last year drop away.] It looks good on you. [His smile broke into something like a grin when she shook the flower and shed a few petals.] Even if you are killing everything.