The girl couldn't let him walk by and not see her, so went he walked away from the shop, she followed him quietly. It took her a fair bit to catch up to him because she shuffled in comparison to his stride, when she finally caught up with him, her delicate hand lightly pushed into his back so he knew that someone was behind him. The effort of the push was small and tender, so not to actually push him forward on purpose.
"S..sir?" Merope chirped, her voice was soft and delicate, face was insecure and defeated. Unable to say anything more, her arm oustretched and she offered him the simplistic, singular daisy in her hand.