The florist replied he did and immediately went about finding them for her, obviously enamoured by the woman. Christopher couldn't blame him, Thérèse was quite striking and he had found himself admiring her features before also. Just in a less conspicuous kind of way. When the florist had produced the flowers he held them proudly infront of her and Christopher sighed. He could never escape reminders of his past, and wildflowers seemed to be the pinnacle of many events.